To My Brother, Arthuro
I have just started to put together all
your letters, and discover how many years
you have written messages from your heart
sealed in envelopes with your shaking fingers.
You have your own art in making yourself
understood, raising your sighs and pain in life.
I still hear your voice from the last
visit in July this year and only to find out
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: brotherhood,death,grief ,loneliness,missing you,religion