Death of a Brother
He didn’t seek money, he didn’t seek fame,
His life was as plain and straight as his name,
"Our Bill"
I remember the clock he chalked on the wall,
To teach me the time
I remember the miles and miles we walked,
In rain or shine.
I remember the pleasure I felt when my mother
Said to a friend “She’s a lot like her brother,
"Our Bill"
No tears of regret for a good life gone,
I’ll do as he taught me and battle on.
"Our Bill"
© Sheila White, 1985
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