For my son, on the tragic loss of his 20-year-old half-brother, Eran, who fell in Gazza 1.03.08
I have sat
Seven days,
For my brothers,
And now,
You too,
Crouch on the
Awkward stool,
Mourning a
Dead brother,
Mine and yours,
Fallen in battle,
Like so many
Other innocent,
Hopefuls.
Now you look like
Both dead brothers,
Mine and yours,
And they all
Have
The same look.
They all have your
Magical, brown eyes.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-03-02 at 19:52
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Magical Eyes
I have sat
Seven days,
For my brothers,
And now,
You too,
Crouch on the
Awkward stool,
Mourning a
Dead brother,
Mine and yours,
Fallen in battle,
Like so many
Other innocent,
Hopefuls.
Now you look like
Both dead brothers,
Mine and yours,
And they all
Have
The same look.
They all have your
Magical, brown eyes.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 689 times
Written on 2008-03-02 at 19:52
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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