Brother Poem

Losing a brother was like losing a part of himself

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© Jerry Krause Sr.

Published: Feb 2006

I Remember

I remember a time in youth
Brothers, best friends, together always.
Fishing, and baseball, - oh those were the days.

I remember, together as teens
The fighting and arguing and all in between
The laughing and joking till tears filled our eyes.

I remember those times each day I wake
Not understanding God's choice in who to take
A brother, a father a good man to all.

I remember our last time together
Sitting and talking well into the night
Together, your sickness we vowed to fight.

I remember you asking, ' Jer are you sure'
Looking at you, our eyes filled with tears
' Jack you're my brother, - my blood is yours '.

I remember them saying the transplant went well
Kissing you goodbye I went on my way
I am fine you said, no need to stay.

I remember that night in June
The phone call we've all come to fear
Still remember those words after all these years.

I remember those words, will all my life
Your wife's voice shaking ' the transplant failed'
Three little words through my heart like a knife.

I remember you brother always so strong
I pray every day, I hope you forgive me
I thought I could help you, I guess I was wrong.

I remember a time in youth
Brothers, best friends, together always.
Fishing, and baseball, oh those were the days.

In loving memory of my brother Jack'. 01-17-54 to 06-02-03
When you died, a part of my soul died with you.


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  • by Jordan, Dassel MN
  • 3/22/2014

This made me cry. Most of the poems I write are like this, only can write when I have experienced some kind of pain. Head up, you'll be alright he's up above watching you. My older brother has never really been close to me before he got engaged. Even now I rarely see or hear from him. We would rip each other apart but thinking back on memories all I can do is break down. When I needed someone he was always there even though he knew I didn't like him that much because of what he had did to me but now it feels different. Like he is a whole new guy the only reason I have a job is because of him he gave me reasons to get one and to stand up to people who throw me around. I honestly don't know what I would do if I lost him.


  • by Nicholas, Traverse City
  • 2/18/2014

I have 2 older brothers myself they use to be best of friends, they would fish all day and night. But at an age of 21 the second oldest fell in love and moved out. For the first time in 20 years the two were away. The oldest is alone living on couches of friends and family. The second is marinade and in a good home, as I see my older brother is a alcoholic and not doing well. He needs to be together like old times but how?


  • by Mary Alice Slade
  • 9/10/2013

This is an excellent poem. It touched my heart deeply. You are a very brave person to have done what you could to save his life. Have no regrets, only happy memories.


  • by Lancaster
  • 8/16/2013

I often wonder what my brother would be like today if was still here...My brother was a kind hearted human being. He was so funny, he could walk into a room and just light it up! Its strange how my life has changed since he has been gone. I often wonder what he would be doing! I think about his beautiful eyes, his voice, his laugh. If I had one wish it would be to hold him in my arms even if it was for one second! I'm grateful to have the memories of you Charlie..You see my brother who was a father a friend a loving man was taking away by the disease of addiction (heroin)...I have been clean & sober for 2 1/2 years now...And I know my brother is proud of me! I often wonder if we could have made this journey together? I miss him everyday! And it's been 13 years!


  • by Joanne
  • Aug 2009

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