For this free entries, I want to share a poem,
Once child and child
Beneath our mother’s aura;
Brothers bound in innocence –
Mother’s tearful reticence was
Hiding in her smile.
Deeper hung the lead weight
Heavy in her heart
The man she never mentioned
Slept between the beats.
We slept cuddled in the sheets.
We’d be older when she’d tell us that
Our father died at war –
The day the family ruptured; saw
The tired rings bless Mum’s kind eyes.
Now we’re grown-up brothers
Skirmishing with grown-up life.
And still the aura glows, tho’ distant;
Mother knows we’re wiser,
In our brotherhood of blood.
We sense it; sense her,
Comfy in the wood.
DRC psssttt : Argghhhhh!!! I need a 'brother' in my life!