Michael
by
Robert Branstetter
My brother is gone.
I shall never share
Another poem,
Another story,
Another idea or joke
With him again.
We walked together
For many years,
As true friends,
Yea, as brothers
In out hopes and fears.
We spoke just recently,
Yet now they tell me,
He lay down to sleep
Not long thereafter,
And God took him
Whilst he slept.
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