Fly Free Sax King


Rick Playing
My Brother Rick


Blue notes spiraled upward.

Issuing from the golden brass.

Each one calling your sister home.


Little girl; little boy.

A bit more than a year apart.

The links were never truly broken.


Twin souls with light surrounding.

I with my pen. You with your melodies.

What a song we could have written.


Poison of families ripped apart.

Separation to feed the lies.

Oh, my brother, we are the truth.


The Saxman is now in paradise.

Playing his sweet tunes.

Ever calling his sister home.


We rose above our fates and followed our destinies!


C. Campbell

RIP brother dear. I miss you so.


I Love You Rick

I love you, too!


Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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