To The Brother I Never Knew
Yesterday was my little brother's birthday. The little brother I never knew. I intended to post this yesterday and tried several times. But blogger was having technical difficulties and couldn't be accessed. So I will post this today.
To The Brother I Never Knew
You’re only a shadow within my mind,
I never saw your face.
You ever so fleetingly touched my life,
Then left an empty space.
I was only three; my memories are few,
Just pieces here and there.
But that tiny casket I’ll always see;
Lowered with tender care.
I remember the joy of baby things;
The fun and excitement too;
And though I was small, in my child’s heart
I loved the thought of you.
I wonder if your eyes were blue or green
Or maybe even brown?
Would your hair be light or dark?
Your laughter soft or loud?
I wonder – what would you have become,
If here you could have stayed?
Where would your dreams have led your life?
What friends would you have made?
Though you are just a whisper of thought;
A shadow within my mind;
And though it’s been almost eighteen years,
I still think of you at times.
And sometimes I feel like I almost miss you
Although we never met,
And sometimes when I think of you
(written in '95. He would be 34 now. I wonder if he's still a baby? Or if baby's grow up in heaven? I kind of hope he's still a baby. I want to hold him someday.)
To The Brother I Never Knew
You’re only a shadow within my mind,
I never saw your face.
You ever so fleetingly touched my life,
Then left an empty space.
I was only three; my memories are few,
Just pieces here and there.
But that tiny casket I’ll always see;
Lowered with tender care.
I remember the joy of baby things;
The fun and excitement too;
And though I was small, in my child’s heart
I loved the thought of you.
I wonder if your eyes were blue or green
Or maybe even brown?
Would your hair be light or dark?
Your laughter soft or loud?
I wonder – what would you have become,
If here you could have stayed?
Where would your dreams have led your life?
What friends would you have made?
Though you are just a whisper of thought;
A shadow within my mind;
And though it’s been almost eighteen years,
I still think of you at times.
And sometimes I feel like I almost miss you
Although we never met,
And sometimes when I think of you
I find my eyes are wet.
So here’s to the memory of what might have been;
To dreams that never came true;
To the life that was gone before it took wing;
To the tender thought of you.
Jill Elaine
February 1995
My little brother is safe in Jesus' arms! He is always beholding the face of his beloved Creator. Always happy. Never in pain. Never sad. No tears. Always praising Jesus Christ, our risen Lord and Savior. To God be the Glory!! Forever and Ever!! Amen.
(written in '95. He would be 34 now. I wonder if he's still a baby? Or if baby's grow up in heaven? I kind of hope he's still a baby. I want to hold him someday.)
3 Comments:
I'm looking forward to holding him someday since we never got to hold him here. The silence in the delivery room was intense without a baby's cry but I rejoiced later when I realized that Bradley would never cry!!! Thanks for posting your poem, JIll. It is precious to me and I can never read it without crying. Mother
How very sweet, Jill.
thanks for sharing jill.....
xo
k
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