RoseAnn V. Shawiak Brother Poems

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,
...

What is this thing called death?
I have no understanding of it's meaning, as I'm only
three years old.
Everyone around me is either cross or crying, I don't
...

A beautiful fantastic day for my little and only brother
to get married.
Life is just beginning for him and I feel his maturity.
Always a joy ever since he was born, my brother in whom
...