Creative Piece: This is for You
This is for you, you know who you are, sat listening to this from a star.
By Tasmin Jones Photo by Sarah Zacharek
How I grieve for you, and wish you were here.
I promise I will shed, only a tear. A brother, a son, a grandchild, taken from us far too soon you are missed with each passing moon. Our father was stubborn, unknown to me for eighteen, if only I knew him when I was thirteen.
I know your pain has gone, and in heaven you are saving me a seat, so that one day brother and sister will finally meet.
