LOVE Poem: MISSED, by Janet Botham

What is it to share a lifetime in short,
childhood passes in curved blurry lines.
Disharmony resides in youthful abundance,
where love sits, without notion or purpose.
There are very few others, who share in this bond
family love, bestowed tender & strong.
Experiencing the tribe, joined internally…
As true knowledge is ours from birth to beyond.
Grievances set aside, jokes & humour abound
reminiscing about childhood exploits surround.
Things only a chosen few know.

Now one of us is gone, prematurely ahead
and memories aren’t holding the same.
As we age, and turn to lean on our kin
for testimony and proof from within.
It’s like gasping for air on a swell of the sea
as we shift through our personal storms.
Oh how we miss your unique point of view,
we learned early on of your voice.
Notice given freely, whether wanted or not
likely ignored, but offense never taken.

We were The privileged to witness up close
Your genius your loyalty
your light from within.

You are loved,
you are missed.
And the older we get,
you are yearned for,
you are spoken of dearly.

Unique beyond measure,
loved beyond time.
This is for you,
our dear dear brother.