Sunday, February 1, 2009

For You Brother


I was flipping through some that I’d had written a couple of years ago. My brother was trying to describe one that stuck out in his mind.

I kind of remember it, but then, I kind of didn’t.

Then I ran across this one. Now I remember!

Well, David my little bro, this one’s for you…

We talk a lot on the phone almost every day sometimes upwards of two to four hours.

He’d had put over hundred thousand miles last year listening to lonely songs of those eighteen wheels on the interstate.

I would travel with him sitting at home protected from the elements as he battled blizzards in the Dakotas, struggled through the driving rains in the heartland and the heat in Arizona-Texas.

I wrote this when I knew a couple that had lost their young one through an illness.

I'd remember the sense of helplessness going through it, then the point when one finally succumbs to the fate that’s handed down.



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A Child’s Angle

Mommy, will I ever see an angel?
The child’s questions go on
Someday my little one
But when, you can never tell

Storm clouds moves over the young girl’s bed
Hush, my darling you need to sleep
They will take good care of you
Get well, everything will be alright

Mommy, I seen an angel in the room
She was over in the corner
Did she say anything?
She told me not worry; she’ll see me soon

Nurse, comes rushing to her side
Doctor, is there anything that can be done?
It’s up to a higher power now
She needs her rest and some quiet

Mommy, the angel spoke to me tonight
My little one
What did she say?
Sleep, follow my dream and take her hand

In lawns of green on a tree line street
Stands a statue of an angel that looks above
A plaque that reads our little one,

Went to heaven to find her angel to meet.

17 comments:

Tracey-Ann said...

George - This so sad, thank you for posting it.

George said...

It is sad, when they come to claim one of their own...

Shadow said...

oh man, this is sad. it tugs are my heart....

Laura said...

Wow, this really hits a chord. You can consider something a true piece of art when you can make another person, someone that you don't even know, have such an emotional reaction that they cry and can't get your words out of their head.
As a mother, and as a mother who had a critically ill newborn (due to an undiagnosed congenital heart defect), I cannot imagine anything worse than losing one's own.
You have captured the entirety of the brevity of a situation like this.

I also like what you said about your brother - you two sound like my sister and I. Except she's not a trucker. She's a teacher in Kansas and had weathered her own, albeit different, storms.
It's a good thing I have unlimited minutes on my phone.

Thank you for sharing this.
It is a very, very good piece.

George said...

I'm glad you stop by for a visit. I'd enjoy your site too.

I'm terribly sorry to hear about your newborn.

One of my best employees had open heart surgery when he was an infant, I knew his mother very well, she had went through a lot back then...

Yeah! Thank goodness for verizon's family share plan...

George said...

Thanks, Shadow. For your comment, I'm glad you dropped by...

Elle said...

George, that was chilling but comforting to know and angel brought her home.

Shadow said...

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Elle said...

I have an award for you my blogger friend!

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

And choirs of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Purely sweet and sad.

Wonderful writing, George!

findingmywingsinlife said...

Once again you've written a poem that resonates. I have a friend of mine who would understand this couple's pain as her 2 year old drowned several years ago in the backyard pool of a relative's. Her haunted eye's I've seen people avert away from, not knowing what to say or how to say it and most are uncomfortable under that stare. Thank you for sharing this.

Michele Cameron Drew said...

Emotional and well done, as always...

You're blog has been tagged, George. You can pick up the tag on Poetic Expression.

Congratulations!

-M

George said...

Young lives are so often robbed of this life.

Thanks, Elle...

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Thank you so much, Shadow and Elle for the award...

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Wouldn't it be nice, K. To think that every time there's a mist, that it is the tears of mournful angels over the lost of the young?

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All we can do sometimes, Findingmywingsinlife is to only to offer comfort and compassion...

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Thanks, -M for the Tag...

Linda S. Socha said...

Beautiful and yes sad. I have two sisters who lost children before they were five. We are never ready to give up someone we love and the pain of giving up a child...well anyone who has children can imagine

I have a brother who is a trucker and has been one since he was 15 ( you could still lie about your age and get away with it then)! He was 72 in December ( looks 60) and he is still trucking.

I have an older brother who owned and operated a small trucking firm until he was injured. I have third brother who is an actor and a Theater Professor.

Say a hello to your bro. I expect I could relate to him:>). I love visiting truck stops as that is where I connect with my brother when he is near Nashville@

I very much appreciate you and your writing George

LInda

Julie said...

So beautiful and sad. You have made me cry, George. It's a wonderful poem. Great to see you again. I also love the story of your brother. I'm sure he has many stories to tell. I've been on the road a lot lately and feel like I have enough stories to fill a book, so I can only imagine the things he has seen. Beautiful work.

George said...

Thanks Linda,, my brother is in that area often and all over the eastern half.

I'm really glad you like my writing, I just try to have fun with it and always hoping the reader does too...

Your comments are very important to me...

George said...

Thanks Julie, I'm always so inspired by your work and encouraged by your warm responses.

Did you get finished moving in yet and how is your family doing now?

I'm glad to see you back...