A poem I wrote for a memorial
In honor of the death and resurrection of my twin brother. Eric Zombro,
You are my motivation, my memorial, my magnetic charm.
You are to me, everything.
God took you this Christmas past, never to let these memories pass.
No more sorrow, nor grief, nor pain,
your ashes will not be quite the same.
Slain by addiction, this to shall pass,
in the arms of our Saviour you are at last.
Singing and praising the Lord with such glee,
never have you been so free.
Now beholding the Lamb that was slain,
your legacy will never be in vain.