CIRCLE OF FOUR

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....

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. 

Beverly -  Tea Cottage Pretties

We will return soon.


With more Pretties
and Limoges
To see....