Losing Elmer Poem by Adrian Antique

my best friend called me with tears and the broken news -
a brother we so love had left us for the blues …
everyone who knows him lost half of their heart
no one was ready for this crushing and so sudden part.

a wife and five children, a bloodline left behind
by a father, a good man with a soul so hard to find …
like using up a candle light in the middle of the night -
he was swiftly stolen with a strength we could not fight.

the rest of the family is still missing the recent fading of one …
now both had left two brothers and two sisters under the sun …
we cannot but just hold on to vibrant memories of their spirit -
colorful pictures of smiles and laughter until again we meet.

now the rest of us, we shall forever remember -
gestures of selflessness … his presence that made us gather.
he has become the essence of this poem, the music of our stories,
the echo of every sunrise, the quiet glow of our twilight kiss.

so, wherever you are, we thank you with tears, our dear friend
knowing you was a gift, but losing you is a wound we cannot mend …
you've taught us that love is enjoying a passing afternoon rain
and when evening comes, there's beer to flush away everyone's pain.