A blue sky from a distant memory engulfs me. <br />Two little boys smiled and played. <br />Seems so long ago I lost my brother. <br />Each year that pass the memories slowly fade. <br /> <br />Weston, do you remember, Tie our Feet? <br />All of our games we used to play. <br />Playing Nintendo when we were supposed to sleep. <br />Getting up early and staying up late. <br /> <br />I wake up and see the sun shine down. <br />You awake lying in a jail. <br />I listen to the birds sweet sounds. <br />You trapped in a 6 by 9 cell. <br /> <br />Your only crime cost you a lifetime. <br />Murderers and Rapist get away with less. <br />You were a victim to flawed justice. <br />65 years for loving meth. <br /> <br />You have a daughter, you had a wife. <br />You had your own house, you had your own life. <br />You almost lost it all, life left you flat. <br />We all pray that one day you'll get it all back. <br /> <br />Its different for me to write about a real life tragedy. <br />I just feel this story should be said. <br />Sometimes I feel lonely just imagining. <br />Remembering our lifes memories that we shared. <br /> <br />Peace Weston<br /><br />Lance Carthen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weston/
