The walk was different this year
Walked with you mother
Ear buds to hear your music
We even wore shirts
I looked at the memory book
That your mother brought
I saw my words
My whole page
I was done for the day
My eyes filled with tears
Held it together
So your mom wouldn't lose it too
Both of would cry for you.
The pages were filled with memories
Smiles and those blue eyes
Your kids, friends and family
All of us that made up everything
That made you who you were.
I laughed and wanted to cry
At the same time
Also amazed at the size of your heart
At your brother's funeral
You asked how others were
When you were going through
Your own pain.
3 miles
Stories and laughs
Moments were sad
Your mom banned toy guns
I never knew you had one
And then
You and your brother both met
Your terrible ends
The same way.
Steps and tears
I'll be back next year.
