That Beloved Brother Of Mine

The world is cruel.
My loved one died.
They came to bid him farewell
And I cried.

I could not smile for them,
Those that came.
I could only whisper
My loved one's name.

"Dry your eyes.
He wouldn't want you to cry."
Maybe that's right.
But, why do I want to die?

I never got the chance to say
"Hey, brother, I love you."
But, it doesn't seem to matter, now.
Because somehow, I know he knew.

I don't want to say good-bye.
So, "I'll see you later," is fine.
For, I know I'll see him in Heaven,
That beloved brother of mine.

Copyright By Claytia Doran
texastornado@mcecwb.net