• Love


    My brother is not grinning

    Deep in his sleep

    He's not smiling


    When his eyes open, they don't glow like they used to be;
    the way we were running in the rain covered in mud
    from dust the driest day brought

    In a white gown his face is empty 

    He sees me but doesn’t need me,  

    Hears me but isn’t really with me


    Wake up!

    Play again!

    Push me around on the bike

    Tickle me

    Tease me

    Trick me


    Just wake up!

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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