My Brothers Gone

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Losing mates
My painting "The Shop"

We were born to different mothers,

But our friendship spanned all other.

Like a brother, I never had,

You were jovial, and never sad.

We worked away, and played some darts,

And fit together wooden parts. 

Your skill was unmatched to this day,

A true craftsmanship you'd display. 

I carved and made some sculptures there, 

In that shop we used to share.

Then later after many years, 

Went separate ways without tears. 

We stayed in touch, and shared our views,

And spoke about each others news.

And then one day, I chose to visit, 

And reminisce, with drink and sit.

And somberly I found your widow,

Grieving looking out her window.

My heart broke for her that day,

And mine as well, I have to say.

My Brother gone, I'd never had,

Whose comradery made me glad.

And now the shop is silent here,

Where we laughed and drank a beer.

I still remember you quite clear,

Where we held our mateship dear.

 


Submitted: November 11, 2021

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Fantasygeek

Mate this is awesome continue seriously go go go

Thu, November 11th, 2021 7:00pm

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That was it. An homage to the passing of a friend.
The cover is a large painting I had done on location in our shop,
looking out the door, with the vans, dartboard,
drums with empty bottles, & ashtrays with butts and roaches.
Appreciate the comment!

Thu, November 11th, 2021 12:22pm

olive tree

I doubt many people have ever had a mate this close. Just guessing. At any rate it's good you're able to celebrate his life as opposed to fixate on his death. Death is natural, no matter the cause, and regrets are false hopes and what-ifs.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 11:58pm

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Too right mate. We slogged some grog, choked on smoke, and laughed like children, good times and good mates can never be replaced.

Thu, November 11th, 2021 4:43pm

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