| 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. |
| Copyright, by Carol Meeks Posted here with author's permission. |
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