My Brother, My Friend Poem by Mauta Thuranira Peter

My brother, My friend
Days have come and gone as they always do,
Brotherly tears still well in my eyes,
The emotional wound is stubborn and painful,
Your memory daily pierces my wounded hurt.
You who concurred the treacherous
Biomedical Books,
The machine wilted without a word of bye.
My heart cries to you my brother, my friend.

Everyday I wait for your tap on my door,
Inquiring on the day’s endeavors.
We hunted together like a pack of wolves,
I am now a sailor, wrecked and stuck on
An isolated Island.
Non of our shared future remain,
But fewer have been blessed with a
Friend like I have.
My heart cries to you my brother, my friend.

As I journey in my creators land,
Hope of our meeting whisper’s still,
‘A gardener chooses the sweetest smelling rose’.
As you scent your father’s heavenly home,
Know your departure changed me,
All like birds like birds trouping to their nests,
Our hearts slowly matches homewards to our maker.
My heart cries to you my brother, my friend.
©Mauta T.P-2013