May God bless you and your...
Poem to my brother
Last night
on the way home from work, I stopped for groceries
at the IGA a few miles from your house,
and realized
you wouldn't be shopping there again.
I sat in the parking lot
and cried –
knowing that I wouldn't be driving by your house to check on you
or see if the lights were on
in your bedroom
anymore.
It's not even a month
since you died.
Its three weeks today.
but it feels...
Gina Walsh
November 07, 2014 | East Haddam, CT


