Poem: Brother

I knew he would be here, In this place of water and stone Where we had played so many times before.

He was seeking solace In the whisperings of the stream, And comfort in the trees.

As the waterfall had worn the cliff-face, The innocence of our childhood Had been stripped away.

But unlike the slow wearing of the rocks Our lives had changed in an instant. An error on the highway changed our lives' courses.

I put my arm around him in silence, Comforting him. He had lost his mother But had gained me, a brother.

--Sangheilioz 20:36, 18 August 2008 (UTC)

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