On a late summers day
I did stop by to see
This place we go into eternity
As I looked for him
Large headstones lined the rows
Kept me missing his repose
Surely I must be in the right place for he
I know this is the cemetery
Many headstones elaborate as they may be
Did not suit my brother's personality
Then I spotted a space amidst the rows
There was a dip like an ocean wave
Like spotting a familiar face in a crowded place
And there was Mikey's smiling face
Looking up at me the way he used to be
The smallest tombstone in the cemetery
Nick Krakana Sr
October 16 2020
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Wow...thats gripping..a very sensitive one. very well crafted your emotions here in words.
Nick, a poignant tribute to your brother well-crafted. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerfully and movingly penned from the heart.......