The Bugle’s Call

I am about to graduate from college. I am about to turn 50.  One does not necessarily have anything to do with the other, but it is interesting that I am celebrating both of these events in the next three months!

For my last semester in college I decided to take some classes I thought I would enjoy. One of them is Creative writing. Which I would totally enjoy, except for the fact that we are currently writing poetry.  I am looking for feedback, so why not post them here.

So this is the first one I will post. I am happy for feedback, positive AND constructive critiques.


The Bugle’s Call

The bugle’s call is mournful,

soulful, hauntingly beautiful.

As I sit and listen to it, I think,

I mourn. I remember

the boy who became a man.

A man I did not know as well as I would like.

Now it is too late.

You are gone, and with that

is gone my opportunity to know you better.

As a man, as a father, as a husband.

I only know you as my brother.

My younger brother, who followed me,

adored me at times,

bugged me more often,

played pranks on me, teased me,

loved me……..


Your passing has made an impact in my life,

and the lives of our family.

Our parents, our brother, your children.

We have come together to mourn you,

and to remember you.

We tell funny stories about you.

Stories that only a family would know.

“remember when he……”

“how about that time when…..”

“one thing he loved to do best was…..”


I loved you. I still love you.

I wish I had told you more often how I felt.

Reached out to you more.

Called more, wrote more, talked more.

I was the big sister, I AM the big sister.

Now I can show my love in other ways.

Be a better Aunt to your children,

a better daughter to our parents, and

a better sister to our older brother.


Death has a way of showing us what is important.

What matters.

The things we should be putting as a priority in our lives.

My brother, you have taught me well.

I have listened and I am better.

I miss you.

We miss you.


Your laughter still rings in my ears.

Your quick wit that you passed on to your sons.

I hear your voice in them, when they speak.

I see your face in them when they look at me.

I feel you in our parents’ house.

You are there in so many ways.

You are an active presence in my life.

And it will always be that way.


My brother Brian and I.  I was in my early 20's
My brother Brian and I. I was in my early 20’s

I loved you, I love you, I will always love you.