A Lisburn Goodbye

I went back after nearly fifty years, and saw my brother
Nearest to my age, and now about to die
I could not hold back the tears, indeed, why bother?
As children he had often see me cry

He made no dents in history, my little brother
But many in my memory, in my mind
Curly haired child, handsome like no other
I toddled along in front, and he behind.

But soon he walked, talked, climbed and ran
Sometimes more than I would dare
Before I knew it, he was almost a man
At which point, I left him there.

Looking at him now, lying there on the bed,
I saw an old and sickly man that day
There was much that I must sadly leave unsaid
But I told him what I mostly came to say

I told him that I loved him, this aged, dying man
From whom I had parted so many years before
But whom I never could forget, nor ever can.
I will hold him in my heart forever more

Hi Joe,

What a nice tribute.There are many things in life that are left unsaid and that is unfortunate. Not everyone gets the chance to say "I love you" to a dying father or brother, I didn't and I have regretted it ever since. Thank you Dabbler for the tribute to your brother.

Billy

Hi Joe ,( Dabbler.)

I Agree with Billy , your word's are very true , and you have put everything well together in your tribute to your brother . And after my brother's death five year's ago , your sentiment's are very true.

Tommy

dabbler
a lovely tribute

Thanks, Billy, and Tom and Tommy. We're all one under the skin, as my da used to say. Keep 'er lit!

Hi Dab,
You wrote a wonderful tribute mate, thanks for sharing them with all of us.
Regards
John