He was nine years older.
His daddy went off to war,
I was the afterthought.
I was the tag-along
the have-to-take-along,
the dawdling one behind.
I delivered his eulogy
unbelievably far too soon.
Mom and dad sat numb.
All these years later
they wait for me again,
resting on a grassy hill.
Not yet, I whisper.
Not yet.
Day 16 of National Poetry Writing Month and today Toads asks us to write about something that stems from the word “remains” — the word itself does not need to be included. This poem is also posted to dVerse, the virtual pub for poets’ Open Link Night which I host today. Poets may post one poem of their choice, no particular form or prompt. dVerse opens at 3 PM Boston time today.
So much conveyed in so few words – excellent.
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Thank you. I miss him often…
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I bet you do. Losing a sibling leaves a hole for sure. Lost my eldest sister thirty years ago.
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Yes, not yet. I can see the hill, where they lie waiting, can feel the “not yet.” I whisper that to myself, too.
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Thank you, Sherry. Your reply makes me sigh and smile and sigh again.
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Very touching and poignant, esp. along with the pictures.
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Thank you.
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I am not ready yet either🙏 Several of my siblings are now gone. I enjoyed your words very much👏🌹
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It was just my brother and I. He was only 51 when he died of a sudden heart attack. It was totally unexpected and devastating for his children, wife, my parents, me….for so many.
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There is so much told in this… to be the one remaining means that you have all the memories. Love those images.
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Exactly, Bjorn.
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Death is the perpetually unwelcome guest, the party crasher, the pariah, and too often in the autumn of our years, we see him lurking near by. Not yet, indeed.
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My brother died when he was only 51….never got to experience his grandchildren…missed so much. He would be a great grandfather now!
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Truly lovely Lillian.
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Thank you, Linda.
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Lovely and beautifully well expressed. I know the feeling of ‘Not yet’. It is heartfelt.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Very nice remembrance of your brother as well as your parents.
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Thank you, Frank. I truly appreciate your thought here.
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A beautiful tribute!
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Thank you, Anna!
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“All these years later
they wait for me again,
resting on a grassy hill.”
My eyes are full as I read these lines.
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What a very special comment/reply to read. Thank you.
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❤
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Always far too soon. (K)
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He was only 51.
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I feel and see signs from my parents they are watching and waiting…I’m not ready yet. Your poem is so moving. It is one that opens up my “feels.”
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Thank you, Susie. I really appreciate your comment here.
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I love your poem… strength and perseverance… not ready to be the next eulogy!
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Exactly. Not yet.
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I am so deeply sorry for your loss, Lillian. This is a beautiful and touching poem.
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Thank you, Sanaa. He was only 51. It was 30 years ago and his face, for me and his family, is frozen in time at that age. How much he missed. He would be a greatgrandparent now.
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Ah! There’s more to this tale, I suspect. Intriguing.
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Just a sense of loss that I still feel My brother died at 51…thirty years ago. He missed so much. He would be a great-grandparent now. His memory, his face, are frozen in photos on my desk.
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sorry for your loss, glad you are not yet ready to join them … a nice tribute!
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Thank you!
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no thank you!
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Very poignantly evoked. It’s almost unbearable to read, the brevity of the poem somehow capturing the cruel brevity of your own dear brother’s life.
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Thank you so much for your insightful comment. Appreciate it!
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You’re very welcome
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not yet, may your whispers be heard…Ii feel teary eyed
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Not yet…………….he left us so early though. Only 51.
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So sorry for your loss, 51 is indeed young.
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Beautifully written
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oh, that’s wrenching.
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I love the tag-along take-along line. I delivered one of my brother;s eulogy too.
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He looks like such a fun big brother!
I am glad you still have more living to do.
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It’s got to be hard being the youngest and all before you go. I am the youngest of 5, but still we all are here. So much in your words?
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That tugged one the heart strings Lillian 😥
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I love how you convey your relationship in so few words, Lill, capturing the essence of big brother-little sister, the sadness of losing him so young, and the tension between wanting to be with family when you’re not ready to go..
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This is a very touching poem, contemplation of lives lost, especially of family and at this time brings up all sorts of emotions. You conveyed this with poignancy.
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Truly from the heart. So poignant.
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A beautiful, poignant poem that I enjoyed very much.
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This is so lovely and poignant and heartfelt. Good Lord, I felt this.
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Thank you. He was a very special brother!
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