You were deathly ill and grew bonier and bonier
Almost deaf and dumb, and could only mime
and I thought it was a dream
And with a big sigh and a deep breath,
You were pitilessly gone forever with death.
But tonight, in my dream you appeared in wealth
Healthy and happy, Brother John
May this image of you be real, Brother John!
Until we meet again where the sun shines forever.
You are not here to read this poem, brother. But never will you die my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this poem. I watch three people died in the last eight years It's a wonderful tribute to yr brother
Thank you LeeAnn. Just painful memories sometimes.