Thomas R. Turner, May 23, 1942 – November 13, 2014 — Image by kenne
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,
Need 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
Thank you, Kenne, for your moving tale!
Joanna
Moving poetry, Kenne.
Nice tribute to your brother. Enjoyed reading his notes.
Loved that guy . . . And his brother
appreciated that poem Kenee