on the way home. A write.

A sibbling phones
tells me another sibbling
lay's lifeless
in the ITU That the nurses creep
About slowly
respectfully quiet as if everybody
Is already dead
I think of this sibbling
Iittle brother
half a century ago how mam
said take him with you
to the park the beach out to play
how his presence
Annoyed me how he would
whine in the company of girls
three years older
how guilt would creep in
for ignoring him disowning him
how I'd fit my gloves around
litttle fingers
on the way home
warm him up hand him
My last blackjack
I wait for the phonecall
I know will come
when it does I come to the morgue
It saddens me gloves I bring
do not fit his large hands
I rub his hands
to warm him on the way home
decades lay
between us like frozen ice
he will not warm
Is no longer five
a blackjack
finds its way from the pocket
of my winter coat covertly
Into his chalk hand
I hope he'll take with him
the aniseed taste of us
instead.
M
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Me & My brother are headed for sixty. We both have health issues now. Life is Hard. ☘
It is my friend. Thankyou x
Hello Marion...
I'm so sorry...
Do you want me to say another Prayer?
For the both of you?
Family?
Do you have a Favorite Bible Verse?
Does he?
I hope healing to you all...
Thank you for sharing...
S x
See this is why I don't understand that you call yourself 'the ice queen' S. You are so very kind and a beautiful soul. No love everything is fine. And I will say a prayer for you instead tonight ❤
Sad, sad stuff. Sorry Marion.
John
No need at all John. It is a mixture of truths and untruths. Thankyou so much my friend x
A powerful finish