Circle of Four
Where once there were
four,
now there are
three.
Four no more,
how can that
be?
Our circle
broken,
for you are not here.
All the words not
spoken,
we cry a tear.
We’ll hold in our
heart,
forever more.
For now apart,
precious memories soar.
We must bid you farewell,
on this sad day.
Our emotions swell,
our hearts in dismay.
Goodbye my little brother,
may you sleep well.
There is no other,
of this I can tell.
Where once there were
four,
now there are three,
Four no more,
how can that be?
In Loving Memory....
In Loving Memory....
On June 6,2012 our baby brother Paul Nealy went home to be with our Lord.
Paul was 41 years young and left us to soon.
This is a poem I wrote for my brother today.
Paul Jacob Nealy
February 6, 1971 - June 6, 2012
A Memory Box I made for my baby brother.
Paul Jacob Nealy
February 6, 1971 - June 6, 2012
A Memory Box I made for my baby brother.
Beverly - Tea Cottage Pretties
We will return soon.
With more Pretties
and Limoges
To see....
With more Pretties
and Limoges
To see....
Beautiful tribute and I am so sorry for your lost.
ReplyDeleteI am sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to hear of the loss of your brother. Your poem is a wonderful tribute to him. HUGS
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone one for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Beverly
I am sorry to hear of the loss of your much loved brother, what a beautiful poem, you are very talented.
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Suzie xx
Thank you ever so kindly Suzie and for following me. Hugs, Beverly
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