Sunday, Oct 13, 2008
As I walk
I see
My brothers eyes
As I give gratitude
I see
My brothers eyes
As I remember
I see
My brothers eyes
As I open my heart
I see
My brothers eyes
As I breathe
I see
My brothers eyes
My brothers eyes
Katherine Marion
P.S. The last time I saw my brother, 1 1/2 years ago, we were in the hospital, going to see my Mother, on her death bed. He had just been released from jail and was looking so happy and handsome. I can still see his laughing eyes, filled with inordinate love and light. Big, brown and trusting and full of hope. We hugged and I was never so glad to see him. We we a team, again. Even with his childhood bullying; the play gun that had knocked me out and so many other 'scary' incidents, all I saw was a trusting heart that wanted to believe. Last time I heard, he was on the street, once more. His friend died in his arms, from a stab wound, right after my Moms' death. His daughter has already been taken from him, by one of my well intentioned sisters. He is losing faith. The world will lose a wonderful soul if he loses his. I begin to sob as I write this. Send him your love, prayers and compassion, this Thanksgiving. Please!