Time stands still, waiting for you to catch up. Waiting for you to grow older. Waiting for you to be happy. Has it really been 27 years?
I’m driving to see you. I know the way. But my heart resists. I think maybe this is bad for me. Maybe I should turn around. But I want to see you.
Green grass as far as the eyes can see. I pay my respects with flowers. And speak to you in my head, updating you on everything.
This is not the way it should be. Your name written in stone.
I miss my little brother and imagine all he could be at the young age of 21.
Seems like only yesterday I was standing by your coffin, holding in the wave of grief, trying to concentrate on the pastors eulogy. Then everyone exited except me. I stayed behind waiting.
Green Hills keeps the grounds well kept and clean. Each time I visit there is an abundance of fresh flowers as far as the eye can see.
That was a great poem!
Thank you, it came from the heart.