Widows cry
Have you ever buried a brother?
By blood or by choice, a brother all the same.
one of the worst days in my life.....
Clean and shiny in ceremonial dress, Marching to that sombre beat, flowers of the forest playing on pipes.
Even though he was not a big man, he was so much heavier being carried upon our shoulders.
Fighting back the tears, trying to be tough, tipped over the edge by one sound, a widows cry. over the drums and pipes cutting through the air like it was nothing.
Till i draw my last breath on this earth, i will never forget the sound of a widows cry.
Never forgive, never forget, brothers by choice.