Memory

Today is two years since brother left. His memory is strong still, but I stuggle to hear him laughing and telling that story...I do...This poem by Dobyns says it best!

Trying to remember you
is like carrying water
in my hands a long distance
across sand. Somewhere
people are waiting.
They have drunk nothing for days.
Steve Dobyns

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He is dead!
W. H. Auden