Before Giving the Eulogy at Brother Tom’s Memorial (01/10/15)
A Brother Lost
Now that it’s daylight at five,
I am awakened by the
Soft sounds of morning doves,
Delaying for a moment
My feet hitting the floor —
Just long enough
To think about my brother
Who no longer writes,
Calls or returns mine.
There’s no reason.
He has never needed
A reason to not call —
For him,
calls need a reason,
even made-up ones —
Sharing a quote,
Name now forgotten,
He needs to reach out.
Now lost in the northwest,
Imprisoned by his mind,
Lacking courage to create.
Now, each day, I live with
Words no longer spoken,
Words no longer written.
— kenne
Yes . . .
Loved the man of words . . .
Many or none . . .
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