It Is With Deep Regret
I saw the officious black car drive off from my house as I entered the street.
I will never forget the date.
It was the first day of September,
in fact I have cursed that date ever since.
I will never forget the time either,
I saw it on the big kitchen clock
as I came in and dumped my school bag.
It was fourteen minutes past four.
The sun was still shining brightly outside,
but the heat had gone out of the day.
Then I heard my Mother crying,
crying and wailing with big sobs
like she had the hiccups.
She was sitting right on the edge of the settee.
A hanky covered both her hands as
her head rocked gently back and forth.
One of her heels was out from her shoe,
pointing awkwardly upwards.
There was a letter lying on the floor.
A hand delivered letter.
We had had a visitor.
I cursed the fact my Father wasn"t home,
I did not know what to say or do.
I did a lot of cursing that day,
but most of all I cursed the day
my Brother ever joined the Army.
Two Weeks Later.
As I walk in to the room
to say my last goodbye.
I wonder if you know,
could see and hear me cry.
If somewhere up above,
you could look down and see.
Know how much your missed,
for once we would agree.
I find it oh so hard
to say a last goodbye,
I curse this heaven and earth
and only wonder why.
Nothing seems to shift
this empty nagging pain.
So I say my last goodbye
until we meet again.
And meet again we must,
for it wasn"t till that day.
That I found out to late
I have so much to say.
I want to tell you this
I love you like no other.
Oh why did God take you
my one and only Brother.
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