Poem; Grenville.

I stood there, in the warm air
Listening to the sounds,
Carrying through the air,
Beside my brother's grave.
You were too young to die,
I remember mum saying, "Why?"
This church is only small
And cool inside, and I can't
Hide the memories of long ago,
Those hymns still flow
In my brain, like the sound
Of pattering rain.
I stood and listened to familiar
Sounds,  all around. Humming
Of bees filled the air, and a cock
Crowed, somewhere over there,
And a lawnmower shattered
The sound, all around.
I remember the time they
Laid you to rest, Grenville,
That was a summer's day too,
I was young too, and felt
Such grief and pain,
That I would never see you again.
I stood in the warm air,
Placing the flowers on your grave,
With such familiar sounds
And I knew wherever you are,
You will be a bright shining star.
Augustine Nash.