Never quite the same

I wrote this poem in memory of my dear sister in law, Sharon Brown, who died suddenly on the 23/06/2016.

Was the most heart-breaking day of all when in the early hours of the morning we got the call.

A brother distraught, kids sitting still, police, people, I am numb.

I wish this were a nightmare because this pains too much to bear. It’s still hard to believe that tomorrow when my brother wakes up you won’t be there.

We lift our eyes to you and realise we miss you more than we did yesterday.

I close my eyes, and I see your face. It’s so difficult to walk without you in this place.

It’s almost a year since that dreaded day.

We are still in shock, at times numb, you were indeed a wonderful mum. Jack, Emma, Craig, Holly.

A mother’s love is a gift from above. Your hug at Christmas time I remember but one moment to cherish is too difficult to choose. The flowers still bloom, the sun still shines, but the rain is the one who understands our tears.

I'm not your husband, son, daughter, sister, mother, or father, whose pain is like no other. When you loose someone, you love life will change; it's never quite the same again.

MARK BROWN,

Arthur Street,

Cowdenbeath.