Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

The Yahrtzeits Come Again


THE YAHRTZEITS

Each year
The Yahrtzeits come
The sadness comes back with them
It doesn't lessen with the years
It comes back
The pains -

Tomorrow is my brother's again
It hurts so much still
He could still be alive
He would only be a bit older than I am

My brother Jakie
My friend and protector in childhood
Jakie
He's gone forever gone from this earth-

The Yahrtzeit's come again
And once again the question is
What God invented ‘dying ‘ for

Jakie was such a good kid the best

Where are you now my brother?
Where are you now?

Submitted: Friday, June 20, 2014

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