| Cecil ~ My Brother |
The shine of his head,
that we joked about,
exposed years of wisdom.
The shine grew brighter
as our faces peered
into the large box.
We talked,
we laughed,
we cried over pictures,
marriage licenses,
and death certificates
prepared by a cousin
whose way is meticulant.
We filled my couch,
items spread all around.
Silence brought us relief;
memories wrestled to the ground.
Finally a word,
breaking the spell.
Laughter again,
stories we did tell.
On the edge of tears,
he confided in me.
Remembering Mom's words
down through the years
spared him misery.
A warm feeling razed
like night fell away.
Mom,
your training wasn't wasted.
Your presence was here today.
that we joked about,
exposed years of wisdom.
The shine grew brighter
as our faces peered
into the large box.
We talked,
we laughed,
we cried over pictures,
marriage licenses,
and death certificates
prepared by a cousin
whose way is meticulant.
We filled my couch,
items spread all around.
Silence brought us relief;
memories wrestled to the ground.
Finally a word,
breaking the spell.
Laughter again,
stories we did tell.
On the edge of tears,
he confided in me.
Remembering Mom's words
down through the years
spared him misery.
A warm feeling razed
like night fell away.
Mom,
your training wasn't wasted.
Your presence was here today.
| Copyright, by Carol Meeks Posted here with author's permission. |
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