Alan D Busch
· Between 10 and 5 With Dad
· Chapter 7, Kissing Dad's Nose, revised (Alternate version)
· Chapter 7, Kissing Dad's Nose, revised
· Revised Chapter 3 of Between Fathers and Sons
· Chapter 7, revised of Between Father and Son
· Chapter 3 Between Father And Son (my second book)
· Chapter 2 Between Father and Son (my second book)
· Chapter 1: Between Father and Son (my second book)
· Revised Preface of My Second Book
· Stuff My Father Won't Tell Me Revision #2 of Part 1
· Cruising Route 66 With Dad (a major revision )
· These Lights We Kindle, revision 5 for submission
· These Lights We Kindle, Revision 4
· These Lights We Kindle, revision 3
· These Lights We Kindle, revision 2
· These Lights We Kindle (revised)
· Cruising Route 66 With Dad, Revision #2
· Cruising Route 66 With Dad-Revision 1
· Cruising Route 66 With Dad
· Living With Parkinson's Disease
· What DO We Read on the Back of the (In)famous Photograph?
· Looking Out The Rear Window: Ten Years Ago
· Jewish Life Learning Aboard The New York City Subway
· The Jewish Press Publishes These Lights We Kindle
· Jewish Humor
· I Grieve For Ben At My Side (final revision)
· I Grieve For Ben At My Side
· As The Ninth Year Approaches ... Yom Yom
· Fundamentals of Fathers and Sons
· Significant Revision of A Father Loses A Daughter
· A Revision of A Father Loses A Daughter
· Loss and Gain
· At Heaven's Gate
· Fingers, A Poem for Kimberly (revision 5)
· Fingers (substantially revised #4)
· Fingers (revision #3)
· Shacharis Musings (revised and published)
· It's Finally Here!
· It's Finally Here!
· See Alan's front book cover in Jewish Business News
· Between 10 and 5 With Dad/Keeping The 5th Commandment by Alan D. Busch
· Synopsis for Alan D. Busch's second book Between Fathers and Sons
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written for a friend whose brother predeceased him but whom he loves and misses nonetheless
I stretch forth my arms for Martin...
Could I have sunken my heart's well any deeper?
If only for Thee were his years meant to be
I remain alas my brother’s keeper.
Why didst Thou irreparably my mother’s heart break?
For Martin, until her last day, she grieved
Burdened by guilt she shouldn't have borne
Yet to Thee only did she steadfastly cleave.
Until today of my life these many years later,
In prayer have I called Thee in dread.
I can’t help but wonder why Martin …
When Thou couldst well have taken me instead.
I writhe in my anguish to fathom,
Thy ways in the wee hours I’ve sought,
Why didst Thou decree so severely?
The mystery of his few days hath wrought.
Alan D. Busch
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|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
This got lost in my sea of e-mail and I just found it. It's really one of the loviest, saddest, most heart-wrenching poem I've read in a long time. I hate to congratulate you on such a sad passing, but you really did a wonderful job in your brother's memory.
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|Reviewed by The Poetess
|I feel this pain as if it were my own
My wisdom wants to soothe and say,
"Your love for him can reach his new Home"
Its never too late. There's always a way.