My mom is dying, going to need an ear.

[Brian37]

Sunny Side Under, By Brian37  (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)


I dreamed us four
For years and years
To sit together
To laugh till tears

You talked to them
On Skype
Had Bob's picture magnet
On your fridge

You loved his wit
But hated his beard
Loved his humor
And how he sided with you

Just like on Skype
You'd both tease me
Making me feel
I was back in High School


And John too
I so pictured
My Oklahoma friend
Sitting next to you

All four of us
Eating breakfast
The smell of bacon
Pancakes and coffee 

I'd stack the marmalade 
I know you love
Bob would laugh
When you tell me to put it back

I'd move the shakers
Knowing you hate
Anything on the table
Out of place

I could see Bob
Siding with you
Telling me to put it back
In the right place

John would talk country
The music he loves
And how he knows
Of it I'm not fond

You'd all make me squirm
And it would be fun
But we never met
All at once

Now I am off
To Brisbane soon
And unfortunately Bob
Is in a nursing home

You never liked
A beard or stubble
I always bugged you
Why Bob's didn't bother you

But now he is clean shaven
The nursing home had to
And I am going to Bribsbane
Alone without you