Michael

in midnight dark at my mother’s
side
in somber grave ‘neath gloomy
sky
my brother lies

in ghostly moonlight which
illumes
the cheerless words carved on his
tomb
I hear his cries

In exhaustion at night’s
end
his spectral tears I come to
tend
and so I mourn

to know he felt he couldn’t
call
me to his side when he felt
small
I feel so torn

he chose to end his life so
young
and left behind a girl child
stung
all on her own

he chose to leave me far
behind       
to journey forward into
time          
bruised and broken

in the gloaming
in the morning
at the death of every evening
Michael

at noon or night
in prayer or wish
I want to hold and comfort
Michael