INK! Volume 3 Issue 2 Spring 2014 | Page 27

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He was so happy just for a while,

Because I had a brother before I was born,

But,

He died,

I don't know the reason,

I never asked,

My grandfather died the same year my mother told me. I imagine,

The darkness in his eyes,

Is not completely gone,

A shadow of my brother whose life was cut short,

It bloomed before could grow,

I want to do something that brings a smile to his face.

To lighten his days

To bring happiness.

I try to remember him the day I was born,

Alone waiting and waiting,

Finally,

Finally,

I am six playing in his arms,

He is holding me on his shoulder,

So I can see the fair in the crowded land,

I say something to him in my tiny little voice,

He smiles,

And say,

It's ok,

I am fine,

He is tired from working all day.

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