For Micheal and Dad, a poem of mourning.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal MysticismTags:, , , , , ,

My brother, my brother!
Please be at peace!

I wonder how you’re doing,
Having faith that you
still exist.

Be not in turmoil,
Or surfer our father’s death.

Dad is strong,
and I hope you are
at peace with him.

You’re both gone,
but you are forever in my
Heart.

I love you both,
and sometimes long to
be with you.

Peace.

(My brother passed away in the ’90’s, and my Dad in 2005. I still in mourning. Based on a dream this morning)

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.