My Brother and Me.
Falling through memory's wide open window,
hitherto kept tightly closed
I am flying away into childhood experience
where brother and I
were supposed
to be good, while parental strife,
flaring brightly,
always enveloped us at night.
Small arms would be flung around each other
as we struggled to sleep,
despite shouting and fighting downstairs,
and we said childish prayers
amid tearful goodnights.
We often cried quietly
into the darkness my brother and I,
orphaned from love
we grew closer
together, and clung to each other
over ensuing years.
Losing my beautiful brother
to cancer has emptied and drained
my lonely heart,
but despite crying oceans of tears
I must reluctantly close that window again
yet knowing I never will shut away
those dear memories of my little
brother called Den.
This is a lovely and deeply touching poem of a brother and sister facing problems not of their own making, and in the process, finding a lifelong love and endearment with each other. We all have special memories of our childhood, most not as beautifully experienced or stated as yours, Fay. Carl.
A fine memory of your brother, I am sure he will look down on this and smile an approving smile. You express your love beautifully.
memories of your love for each other are good
Beautifully sad requiemesque work. You appear to be of strong Faith...Closure is achieved through this 1st of the 3 Sacred Virtues...Den will never leave you...he may in fact be ever-closer to you...and now empowered by his new entity to walk you through events & issues that he once walked you through incarnately. Excellent craftsmanship....Then,what else would i expect ? FjR
Very very personal reminiscences Fay Brave of you to share. If only parents behaved like adults instead of spoilt children
i do remember my parents fighting when i was a child...it seemed like the end of the world....