My Brother, Rich

 

My Brother, Rich

© by Bud Lemire on Aug 9, 2020

Another brother has left this plane

No longer sick, no longer in pain

I'm taken back to a time long ago

To this same brother, who I came to know

We called him Dick, and each time he'd come to stay

With John and I, he had a nickname to say

John was Pauncho Via, and he called me Deadhead

He would pick us each up, and that's what he said

Athletic, sports was always his aim

He'd take us occasionally, to a baseball game

When he was in Escanaba, he'd get together with Mark

He'd be off with his friends, until long after dark

He's hang out at the Meisner's, where he would stay

Any time he happened, to come up this way

When he attended a Class Reunion, a few years ago

He stopped by to see me, it was a special hello

I recall through the peep hole, I saw a fist

It was my brother Rich, who belonged to that wrist

A gathering at Stonington, was the next place he'd be

Surrounded by family, he was so good to see

A coach and a health teacher, he touched quite a few

He was a brother, that I was so glad I knew

Now he's been taken home, to be with his Mother

I'm proud to say, that he was my brother

He always called me Deadhead when I was young. He

really came a long way in life and accomplished so much.

I'm so happy he stopped to see me at the Harbor Tower.

Now as he makes the transition into spirit. I shall say a prayer

to carry him further into the light, in the presence of his

loved ones there. To know he will be watching over his

loved ones here on Earth, and guiding them with his spiritual

presence. Be aware, a smell, a sound, a memory, that is him.