My Brother And I.

Falling through memory's wide open window, Hitherto kept tightly closed. I'm flying away into chilhood experience Where, brother and I were supposed To be good, while parental strife, flaring Brightly, would envelope us nightly, As arms flung round each other We struggled to sleep, Despite shouting and fighting Downstairs, we said pleading prayers And, always tearful goodnights. We often cried quietly Into the darkness my brother and I. Orphaned from love, we grew close Together, and clung to each other Over the ensuing years. Losing my only beautiful brother To cancer has emptied and drained My lonely heart, despite Crying rivers of tears. I reluctantly close that window again But never will close on my brother, Den.