To Who It May Concern Poem by Nina Hall

A mark as thin and 2D as the foggy white
Reflected in prisms that wink and flash by
Respectfully bows its blue fathom head
To You
And Again
With the thinnest of thread
And wide as my heart can muster on this web
Stretch it out and lay perfect uncreased
Forward on and on to the tapestry peace
And let its echoing crescendo smash a unrivaled chime
So gently relinquishing layers and time
A hand I have know, a hand and a heart
A cradle carved around me in rawness ad dark
Unbroken and honest and built for nights rest
Rol bars of arms grip hard head and chest
Let those gains be entirely yours all
Lest the bough breaks and baby should fall
A pittence in return overdue
I can never say I love you enough brother true
All these things smile back softly and daub my head still
A thousand pushes and low hearts you fill
As earthy as coal diamonds polished divine
I can never say sorry enough to you brother mine. x