He walked with a jaunty, slightly arrogant stride <br /> Sinewy arms swinging rhythmically at his side <br /> Lean and strong, he imparted inure of height <br /> Fair of countenance, green eyes at wrinkle with delight. He was the smile make; the light in the storm <br /> The light offered courage; the smile kept us warm <br /> How we missed his presence when he was away <br /> Waiting eagerly his return, praying fervently he'd stay. But life goes on; from lad to man so kind and good <br /> He moved out o our lives into marriage and fatherhood <br /> Still; he'd turn up when we needed a friend <br /> Bringing the light of his smile, sad hearts to mend. We became adults, each going her separate way <br /> Enmeshed in private struggles, losing track of fleeting days <br /> How could we imagine that he's ever lose his stride <br /> His sinewy arms atrophy; his strength subside? Paralyzed; a frail, gaunt figure in a wheelchair <br /> Forsaken by his family, he was consumed by despair <br /> It was my turn to be smile maker; a light in the storm <br /> To offer him courage; to keep him safe and warm. His eyes met mine as he lay near death <br /> As though longing to speak, but lacing the breath <br /> Soon his courageous spirit soared, free as a bird <br /> He had bade me farewell, though he spoke no word. I see his eyes twinkle in the stars at night <br /> Imagine him striding jauntily; strong and upright <br /> Keeping watch over little sisters and daughters down here <br /> Like a Guardian Angel, encouraging us to preservere.<br /><br />Elaine E. Kelso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-brother-7/
