Fly Free Sax King

 

My Brother Rick

 

Blue notes spiraled upward.

Issuing from the golden brass.

Each one calling your sister home.

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Little girl; little boy.

A bit more than a year apart.

The links were never truly broken.

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Twin souls with light surrounding.

I with my pen. You with your melodies.

What a song we could have written.

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Poison of families ripped apart.

Separation to feed the lies.

Oh, my brother, we are the truth.

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The Saxman is now in paradise.

Playing his sweet tunes.

Ever calling his sister home.

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We rose above our fates and followed our destinies!

~~~

C. Campbell

RIP brother dear. I miss you so.

 

I love you, too!