For my brother Bill
He’s climbed far
& over the hill
into the next world
far too young
before he got his wisdom –
Yet maybe he is happy now
& peace has found
my brother Bill.
He loved to listen to Jimi Hendrix
taught himself guitar
& wrote a funny song for my wedding day.
He wandered streets
to search for peace
without success
Yet peace found him
in quiet moments
when clarity visited
he could certainly be charming.
So we’ll remember him at soccer games
in plays
like Anna and the King
or dancing
proudly in a grass skirt
That’s the Bill we’re proud to know
& let’s leave the rest behind
to remember the Bill
he often was
tall, strong, cheeky, talented
& proud.
By June Perkins
Ripple Poetry 
June you made me cry!
Many tears have been shed, but now we only see the light for him.
Reblogged this on Following the Crow Song and commented:
This poem fits with this blog as well.