My brotherLove and StrengthMy brother2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
'You were too perfect.
A few hours blessed as a family,
Quietly in our mothers arms,
You fell asleep, as heaven welcomed you.
When your birthday nears,
What man would you have become?
Your song plays,
words describe you beautifully.
Our mothers eyes are full of sadness,
Our father eyes hides all,
As he ventures out of sight,
To the sound of your song.'