Nine flowers standing in a row,
God has said one must go.
Who shall it be said each one
Can it be him of who we are so fond?
On Christmas Day down came the hand
and pulled the flower from the sand.
The sand was the suffering he must bear.
God took him away with gentle care.
The other flowers they will weep
While down from heaven he will peep.
The flower was Jr. my little brother
He who loved both us and mother.
I know now he is happy and gay
And he will remember the day he was taken away.
He had lots of toys from us
But he received a gift with no bother no fuss.
God knows best others say
But I will always remember that sad Christmas Day.
Dedicated to God's Darling Angel Jr who was just lent to us.
Love, Jane.
poem written at age 11 on the death of my brother , December 25, 1950
Very good. You did good at that age. Helen
ReplyDeleteMemories are for sharing. You will always remember him as he left you!
ReplyDeleteMay you have a good Christmas in your heart!
Tess
Very sad, very sweet and very insightful for a girl of eleven! - Barbara
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Hello Jane
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely little poem you wrote, so touching, so caring and so much love.
Memories are such wonderful things.
Jayne
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