There's an ache in my heart now
where thoughts of you have been...
Your ways, your laugh, your love
Come to my mind so often
I didn't want you to go,
But a higher wisdom than mine
Had say so.
When I introduce myself, and say,
"I have four brothers..."
Tears fill my eyes,
I know I'm not alone
In these aches and pains.
I pray for all...
A poem I wrote in memory of my oldest brother, Nelson Thompson, who passed in November, 2001. This was originally posted on January 16, 2002.