Sons and Brothers

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 17 Apr 2014
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A schoolboy kicks a leather ball...
in a photo on his brother’s wall;
a room they’d shared until the day
a football match snatched him away.
A poster hangs beside the lad,
all red and white and waving flags;
Liverpool – his joy – his pride
that semi-final – eighty-nine.
There, still remains an empty bed
though many years have passed since then
and football kit, all pressed and prim
upon the pillow, waits for him.
 
Yet, never will he wear those clothes;
the fact remains he won’t come home...
a boy who’d now be thirty eight
had he not gone to Lepping’s Lane,
with a brother ever hears his screams,
as each long night he tries to sleep...
nor a heart still ache or bear the scars
of a child that fell beyond his grasp.
 
With every tear a mother cries,
with every time she asks god, Why?
the more the pain, the more the guilt
the more the blood...the more is spilt.
So, may that justice bell ring loud
for all the people in that crowd...
the ninety-six that passed away,
imprisoned in a deathly cage.
And as it sounds its knowing knell –
prayers, indeed, for those who fell;
a mother’s for a son – was saved,
a brother’s taken to the grave.
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Comments

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Tina

Beautifully put - this tragedy we are hearing yet again about. Your rhythym in the last stanza sounds like a tolling bell.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

My thanks to you, Jean, for reading, and for sharing your thoughts...inspired, as ever.  

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Heartbreaking to read and remember. You put it so perfectly.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Bee.  Pleased you thought so.  Shame I had to.

Blessings, to you and yours, this Eastertide.

Tina

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on

A devastating reminder but as others have said, so perfectly put. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Your words more than appreciated.

Tina

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Gave me heartache but a timely reminder and so gracefully conveyed.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for your words, Vera.  Much appreciated.

Tina