I Remember My Brother
his weight as i tried to lift him
from his last bed
beating at icicle chest
no movement from
his greying face
sitting crying
while mother screamed
wipe the snot
looking in his dimmed eye
and knowing he was gone
i would carry him
but once more
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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