(written for my brother on our mother's death)
we
weathered life's storms together
learned to batten down the hatches
when things got rough
caulked our abiding place
watched for leaks
gave a wide birth to
debris that threatened
to tear us apart
All at sea, boy
all at sea, girl
our plea for help
hand over fist
we learned how to survive
together
but you have cut and run
when there came a shot across the bow
you did not wait
to fathom things out
but left me high and dry
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