Dear brother you were always first
I wish our roles could have been reversed
You were the first born son
Always Dads number one
You were first to go to school
While I looked at my brother so cool
The certificates you received
Became targets I had to achieve
I always beat you I was always King
But I was never first to do anything
You were the first to kiss a girl
A rather ungainly blonde called Shirl
You were the first to get a job
The first to earn an honest bob
You were the first to wed
The first to wet a babies head
And to feel a granddads pride
I watched you brush a tear aside
And now for the last time
You were first to hear the bell chime
Once more you’ve won the race
And were first to feel Gods embrace
For my Brother Peter who died on Christmas Eve 2008
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | January 16, 2009 - 14:57
I'm sorry about your brother. This poem is just beautiful. It's very touching and it really has that spiritual feel to it, but I'm sure that the words in this poem can't quite describe how you must feel, even though this poem is very deep, expressive and honest.
Nathan.
tcook | January 19, 2009 - 13:16
My condolences to you - and at such a time, as I think we all know how much you love Christmas.
Biggus | January 19, 2009 - 14:59
Thank you Tony its much appreciated.
He loved christmas as well and would have been very miffed to have missed it.