Billy-The Season of the Crepe Myrtle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

My younger brother Billy passed away at the age of 48. He died of a massive coronary. This poem is dedicated to him.
Love you Billy. Hope to see you soon.

The season of the crepe myrtles had come and gone
we rode in silence that day he and I.
His face and mine were pinched and drawn
cloud-filled as was that late evening sky.

Houses passed as we traveled that dusty road.
A faint scent of honeysuckle tickled our noses.
Our hearts were laden heavy from bearing the load.
I spied the remnants of someone’s late summer roses.

His hand found mine and I smiled a thin smile
trying to pretend the pain was not there.
He said, “Won’t be long now. Just one more mile.”
I shrugged indifferently. Sometimes life isn’t fair.

He pulled our Ford truck into the next driveway.
It was not a house that I had ever journeyed to.
So many thoughts, so much I still wanted to say.
It seemed like a nightmare, a lie, just not true.

Dust lay on the furniture and clothes adorned the floor.
Time to go to work, time to clean, time to forget.
But the voices in my weary head were hard to ignore.
A moment of self pity, a lifetime of regret.

His presence was strewn throughout his humble home.
There were piles of papers, pictures, his bible, his clothing,
his car keys, his toothbrush, his razor, and his comb.
Soon my heart was filled with anger and bitter loathing.

Why him I thought as the voices grew stronger?
What did he ever do to die so young and alone?
I could not remain, I could stay there no longer
so I dropped to my knees and let myself groan.

“I am so sorry,” I cried to the ceilings and doors
“that I never came by when he was still here.
I was always so busy with two dozen chores.
Why this all happened is totally unclear.”

So young he had been and so filled with life.
He was barely a man. He was still a young boy.
Was the heartache too much when he lost his dear wife?
There’s no longer any laughter, no longer the joy.

The beer in his ice box was bitter, but cold.
We drank one and toasted my brother’s kind soul.
I remembered the horror when the news we were told.
His lifetime was over and he’d reached his goal.

I looked about his home that late summers night
a shell now empty, a place not quite complete.
I shuttered the windows and turned off the light
and walked away slowly into summer’s last heat.

Yet as I turned to close and lock the front door
I heard in that darkness one final good-bye.
A sound so audible, so near it was hard to ignore.
At that moment I could finally cry.

“Glad you came Sis! Please come back soon,”
His deep gentle voice did say to me.
“I will,” I whispered beneath that full moon,
“I’ll find you again wherever you might be.”

The season of the mum would come and go.
The honeysuckle blossoms will blacken on the vine
and you will sleep beneath winter’s pure white snow.
Yes how I will miss you dear sweet brother of mine.


Submitted: September 19, 2009

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scott 37

His presence was strewn throughout his humble home. What an excellent line.

I was getting chills by the end. Nicely written piece.

Mon, September 21st, 2009 2:37am

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Thank you. What you read are the events as they happened including the cold beer. I am not a drinker, but boy it sure tasted good.
We all have regrets this was one of mine.

Mon, September 21st, 2009 6:43am

Timeless Thoughts

You know Susan your brother will always be a part of you. I miss him as well. It was hard after he died. It hurt me too. You wrote this right and true. Don't be sad honey. Gary

Sat, October 24th, 2009 7:12pm

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I know Gary. Thanks for being there for me. Susan

Sun, October 25th, 2009 11:15am

lily of the nile

This is such a sad write. I am so sorry for you. A story written about something very difficult. Nice job.

Wed, November 11th, 2009 2:14pm

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Thanks so very much. He was so very young and wonderful. Susan :)

Wed, November 11th, 2009 9:30am

NazireC

aw, this was powerful, emotional and I literally had chills down on my spine while reading this.
I am sure this must of been very difficult to endure and talk about, later on to write and share. I always find it more difficult to share things that were based on true emotionally inspired/charged writings than just imaginatively or question/social charged inspired/questionable writing.
The presence, your own feelings, I teared up by the middle.
This was so eloquent, so graceful.
I must of re read this quite a few times.
Each time I found something new, and something better.
Wishing you all the best.

Fri, November 13th, 2009 8:03am

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Thank you my friend. I stopped writing for two years. I lost four people I loved very deeply in a two year period and was not able to cope. Two younger brothers, a sister-in-law, and my father all died very closely together and I collapsed. This was the first thing I wrote. It came like rain falling on my heart. I appreciate it very much. God bless you for your concern. Susan :)

Fri, November 13th, 2009 6:43am

MyraSpears

Dear friend I was so upset when I read this. I hurt for you. I know this was hard. Such a beautiful piece. Take care. God bless you.

Mon, November 23rd, 2009 2:30am

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Thank you Myra. My brother and I were very close. This story happened just as I wrote it. The pain was hard when he died but nothing can ever express the feelings I still have now that he is gone. He was a brother and a friend. I miss him so very much. Susan :)

Mon, November 23rd, 2009 6:49am

Brian W

{hug} A sad poem about part of your life. I have not lost any immediate family apart from my father who left when I was young but as I age this time comes closer. Tidying the house would have been hard but maybe gave you some closure. A well written piece

Fri, November 27th, 2009 1:38am

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Thank you Brian if it were that easy to forget I would feel blessed in some ways. I am glad I cannot forget for I would not be a good sister. I appreciate you so much. {hug} Susan :)

Fri, November 27th, 2009 1:18pm

danielmiller

Sorry for your loss. This was brilliant.

Wed, December 9th, 2009 4:28pm

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Thank you so much. It is still hard to think he is gone. Susan :)

Wed, December 9th, 2009 11:54am

MADNESS IN INK

My dear lady I am so sorry for the loss of your brother. Such a sad but beautiful write. I feel the pain in each line. M

Sat, December 26th, 2009 4:52am

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Thank you so much for reading M and the lovely comment. I really appreciate it very much. Susan :)

Fri, December 25th, 2009 9:48pm

gloriasands

I am so sorry my dear. Sad he died so young. Beautiful write.

Sun, January 3rd, 2010 2:55am

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Thank you Gloria it has been hard. I appreciate it. Susan :)

Sat, January 2nd, 2010 7:15pm

MADNESS IN INK

You should reformat this one as well. Such a wonderful write. Do it for me. Please. M

Wed, January 13th, 2010 5:53pm

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Hi M I will try and do that. I really appreciate you. Susan :)

Wed, January 13th, 2010 11:40am

Timeless Thought

M was right this looks a lot better. You did well in remembering him in the way you did. Beautiful my love. Gary

Fri, January 15th, 2010 6:17pm

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Thank you honey I just put this off much too long. Susan :)

Fri, January 15th, 2010 11:11pm

chaddillingham

You wrote this one for your brother. I am so sorry Susie. He was a great guy. Always smiling and he loved you. I see you loved him too. Beautiful tribute to him. I know he would have loved it. Chad

Mon, January 18th, 2010 9:02pm

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Hi Chad. Thank you for reading this and the most appreciated comment. Bless you my friend. Susan :)

Mon, January 18th, 2010 3:44pm

momsangel1982

Uncle Billy would haved loved this. You wrote it right. It hurts but we have our memories. Nice job. Angie :)

Thu, January 28th, 2010 5:33pm

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Thank you Angie. Love you sweetie. Mom :)

Thu, January 28th, 2010 9:50am

mommy3

Oh I am so sorry for your loss. Such a beautiful poem but sad too. Your brother would be proud of this poem. Jessica

Sat, January 30th, 2010 9:49pm

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Thank you Jessica. I appreciate it. He was my best friend. I miss him very much. Susan :)

Sat, January 30th, 2010 2:21pm

writing man

I am so sorry for the loss of your brother. You did an amazing job on this. Made me tear up and I just felt so horrible for you. So beautiful dear lady.

Thu, February 11th, 2010 4:08pm

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Thank you so much. I really appreciate you saying those things. Susan :)

Thu, February 11th, 2010 9:53am

danielmiller

I had to read this one more time and tell you how beautiful a write it is. I hope in time your pain will stop.

Wed, February 17th, 2010 3:07am

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Thank you Daniel I appreciate it. Susan :)

Wed, February 17th, 2010 6:06am

Charmer1234

A wonderful and touching poem. You did an amazing job writing about the event of his death. A pleasure and sorrow to read this. Good show!

Sun, February 28th, 2010 7:52pm

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Thank you so much I really appreciate the read and comment. Susan :)

Sun, February 28th, 2010 12:53pm

snowfallshard

This was so sad yet beautiful. The pain you must have felt when he died. Just wonderful my friend the way you wrote this. Tanya

Tue, March 9th, 2010 8:28pm

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Thank you my friend. I appreciate it. It was and still is hard. He was a great guy. Susan :)

Wed, March 10th, 2010 11:06am

isabella T

So sad and beautiful. Sorry you lost him.

Mon, March 29th, 2010 1:56pm

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Hi Isabella and thank you so much. Susan :)

Mon, March 29th, 2010 9:46am

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