by Jeannie
Number 4 of 7
The middle child was he
In his final months of life
We rushed to him to see
He helped me with my music
Keyboard and guitar
The thought of him not being here
Is really quite bizarre
He always was a thinker
Debating was his thing
He wrote so many good songs
I loved to hear him sing
He gave to me a wedding gift
A song for me and John
A beautiful sound of life and love
And now my big brother is gone
Some say he's gone to heaven
I feel we will meet again
The bond between us siblings
Can never completely end
We will scatter his ashes
Where the road meets the sky
So very hard for all of us
To say a final good-bye
