by Karl Waldbauer
The Rockies were a brilliant green;
such a beautiful day.
The mountainside incredibly rugged,
the snow had finally melted away.
His car left the winding road.
And dear mother Gaia took my red haired brother
to her loving breast that way.
He lived in New York City,
Made clothes that people loved.
One day he had just way too much fun
and a vicious virus brought him down.
His time with me was so very short.
Our dear mother Gaia took my brown haired brother
And he's with her now in the ground.
L.A. was his home, he loved the palms,
I'd watch him and his dalmatian play.
He had just wed the girl of his dreams,
Life was good and so full of hope.
A mutant cell grew strong in his brain.
Dear mother Gaia took my fair haired brother
To embrace on a Forest Lawn slope.
These men were my brothers;
I was blessed having them in my life.
I've done many foolish things in my time
But I'm still around, the fortunate one.
This won't last forever.
One sweet day mother Gaia will seek this short haired brother
And whisper "Come to me, my son".
Posted on 05/28/2003
Copyright © 2022 Karl Waldbauer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/29/03 at 03:58 AM|
I was very impressed with this presentation piece, and look forward to what you will "paint" in your library! Welcome to Pathetic!
|Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/30/03 at 10:50 PM|
well life's like that. the ending is a bit scary. for me at least.
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 05/31/03 at 08:01 AM|
a very moving piece!
|Posted by Christina Bruno on 06/01/03 at 04:20 PM|
this is excellent! welcome to pathetic, karl!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/12/03 at 10:09 PM|
Well done Karl, sad but well done.....Charlie
|Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 07/23/03 at 12:56 AM|
painfully sad, to be such valuable lessons.
|Posted by Scott Cadence on 06/02/04 at 07:56 PM|
there is something profoundly spiritual about you and your writing, I am wrapt in it. beautiful.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/15/06 at 04:14 PM|
Karl- this is so beautiful and sad. No mother should have to bury her children and these children (men) should be alive. I think this is the most heart-breaking poem I've read; heartfelt, sad and haunting.~Joan
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/20/07 at 11:54 AM|
This was the first poem I ever put into favorites. It never ceases to make me cry. It is such a beautiful, heartwrentching write and is VERY deserving of POTD!
|Posted by JD Clay on 06/20/07 at 11:08 PM|
If there were a proper way to remember a brother this would make an outstanding template, Karl.
I really like the structure of this subtle yet somber poem and the way it plays all out, with Gaia in the perfect role. Itís difficult to understand life, let alone live it. Although I share in your grief, I am also delighted to see this well written piece as POTD.
|Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 06/22/07 at 06:39 AM|
beautiful, karl. congrats on POTD! PK