Pro Meus Frater Poem by Melissa Hurst

The sun-kissed face feeds my regret,
Sorrow strengthens me
To cherish him more tomorrow
Than I have in yesteryears.

Such innocence and simplicity
I took for granted.
Every refusal I have spoken
With a scorching tongue
Cremates my hopes for forgiveness.

O Lord, if you were not of such forgiving nature,
My eternal damnation would be justified.
My focus was dimmed by fruitless lamentations
To an unmoved ghost
When my loyalty and lamentations should have stood true
To the one who far surpasses me in height and heart.

Blood of my father and egg of my mother,
Tears cannot wash away circumstances and words
That I pine to erase
From your recollecting mind.
But if I have battered your spirit,
Indeed guilt has trampled upon mine.

The time is near when the jester
Shall no longer grace my attentive ear
With the occasional quote and queer thought.
Careless laughter from recent past
Taunts me for the cause that my stomach
Shall no longer ache and my cheeks no longer sore
While I am in the company of blood relation.

No longer will I bask in laughter
With he who is the latter.
If the frater shall depart,
Then I pray that my suffering will be eased
By the reassurance that my appreciation
For a friend born of the same womb
Was calculated to be of unconditional love.