A Brother’s Grip
I saw your shadow play
on a silver slide
in the corner of my room-
could almost hear
a solo glide
under my pillow.
Hours until daybreak,
with a soundtrack of rain
keeping the beat,
I lie half awake-
watch your silent movie
unspooling on the ceiling.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
I was born in Washington, DC in the '50s, and though I am only one among billions in this world, I remain grateful for the wonderful people and animals I've known, know, and still love.
Being a son, brother, husband, father, uncle, and friend have made my long life worthwhile.
The poems I write are small contributions I offer along the way...
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