a visit
the visit
A knock on the door to my conscience
it was my brother, I hadn't seen for fifty years
while I have grown old, he has stayed the same
dark hair and pale, smooth facial feature
When I was young, he was loved by many as
he had a pleasant nature and was always willing to
Help people in need.
He had disappeared from us, for my mother
a shock, he was the memory of birth she gave
When she was young and in love.
He was worried about our sister, who she missed
her three children, although she had seen them
growing up, she was not happy with the way
they had turned, critical and darkness of mind
like their father, she could not make contact with
as he existed in a warmer climate, impervious
of fire, he was a helping hand in the kingdom
best avoided, a place where laughter is a grim
grin of laughter that sounded like a scream
My brother, since I was the oldest, wanted
to speak to her and press upon her other was
no way she could see them, but wait till they
one by one turned to her.
We spent an hour reminiscing about our
young years and he fatal fishing trip when
the strong current had grabbed and carried
him away from us
I had blamed myself for this tragedy and
had carried the burden of my guilt because
it was me who wanted to go fishing
No, it was not your fault for a reason we
cannot understand it was the time for me to go
before he left promised, that one day, we will
all be together again
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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