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I lost another brother this week. This poem is for John.
My Big Brother
with a personality larger than life.
Your big booming laugh and wild stories.
Your love of practical jokes
all played in good humor, not spite.
So daring, so bold,
So generous and kind.
The big brother every girl dreams of,
A brother to cherish and hold.
So many lessons learned,
You taught me to laugh, you taught me to love.
You treated me like a princess,
Protected and adored.
So many things shared,
So many things said.
but never enough
Elizabeth Melton Parsons
Just in case anyone is still wondering, the name of the little flower in my last post is Nemophila maculata — Baby Blue Eyes, Five Spot. Thanks to my friend Deb Stevens for leading me to the answer.
Acrylic painting inspired by the work of Frederick Frieseke.
i carry your heart with me
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)