Little Brother Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Timing is just right, giving rhythms to write through,
listening to my little brother in his grief.

Holding him constantly in images of prayerful solace,
hoping to comfort him from across the world.

Holding him in my heart for safe keeping, giving it's
attention in his atmosphere and dimension.

Traveling across the world, trying to take care of his
broken heart that can never be mended in this life.

Often listening to his tears fall into my mind, nothing
to be done except BE here for him as often as I can.

Possibly leading him through the darkness and helping
find a new normal for his future on earth.

Needless to say cheer up, for it is impossible in his
present condition of sorrow.