My Brother, by eleanor maslen |
My brother is a man of little words, but when he speaks, he is always heard. I told him once, i intended to leave, to go from this place, alone to grieve. He took my hand and sat me to rest, then pulled his heart from his aching chest. He opened up so i could see, my big brothers heart, only beats for me. |
Posted: 2012-05-27 22:58:41 UTC |
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2012-06-28 00:57:57 | Laura Glossop |
such a lovely poem :) |