(This poem everybody is a true story)
My pop once told me in a dream that when a father dies,the son dries.
And like when it rains,the ground is what the sun dries.
At first I was lost because I didn't know what pop was talken about.
But now I realize that grieving is what my father was talking about.
One day I was the sun & dried the tears of my brother when for our father he was callen.
And then I lifted his spirits when I had dried his tears after they had fallen.
Even though I am the son,sometimes when thinking about my pop I too weep and the sadness from my heart makes the tears reden my swolen eyes.
And whenever I cry I think about what my pop told me when he said,"when a father dies,the son dries.....
Eric Willie Brooks