Friday, January 7, 2011

Tuesday's with My Brother

A dreaded phone call
his voice reverberates of sadness
yet the words expressed
give no hint of repression

Learned from his partner in life
posting in a social site
that his eyes had rolled back
barely a hint of the breath of life

Once again he had entered
into that eternal sleep
Without her calling his name
or the medic's external stimuli
he would have left us

Ten years and more
he’s walked with stolen keys
toward the gates of that journey
into that unknown abyss

His lover, his wife,
was able to once again
speak life into him
calling his name

Soon, I must accept,
‘Tuesday’s with Morrie’
will be the script
my brother and I
will be, tearfully, sharing

1 comment:

  1. I love the line "he's walked with stolen keys..."
    This poem is so moving. I work with hospice patients in a bereavement group and this poem hit the emotions spot on.

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