Thursday, May 22, 2014
The Poem For My Young Brother
There must be blue world
For a morning like this, when the blue breeze
Caresses like gentle tulips
All over. I do know
How to write darkness and sadness.
But its ten years today since
My brother was born, cut safely
From the noose.
We meant nothing but hope and luck;
How near death is to that.
Only brother, only some brothers,
Get to run free from these snags. He
Was born! He lived and he grows
Like joy spreading from the heaven gate grows
Of songs. He reminds me of now
And now and now.
I must learn
To have been so very happy.
Topic(s) of this poem: love