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Brother, God, grief, letting go, loss, love, poetry by Yu/stan/kema, Ranching
I'm sorry that your brother died. I know you carry tears inside. You called him " Brother" all your life. Your sorrow cuts you like a knife. He sheltered you from every harm And had a certain kind of charm. You saw his flaws but loved him so, And it is hard to let him go. I'm sure he's trying to impress God with his own worthiness. He worked hard to build a ranch And acquired a cowboy stance. Now it's time to say good-bye. He's ridden his horse across the sky. He knows he'll see you again And talk with you of now and then. -Yu/stan/kema-