Brother, husband, love,
Leaving this home, broken hearts,
Slipping sweetly to the stars.
Brother, husband, love,
Leaving this home, broken hearts,
Slipping sweetly to the stars.
Your little sister
Poured the words of pain to you
Hoping you would care.
Email’s voice is cold,
Attaching Mom’s living will,
Bringing her death near.
Angel light of love
Shines over mother and son.
Such sweet devotion.
White mass on your brain
And you, brother, far away.
The pain sears my heart.