Yes, go ahead and hold his hand, <br />the nurses look but will not mind. <br />And talk, just as you did back then <br />when you were boys and did not know <br />that some would call you mischievous <br />he may not show you that he hears, <br />but then, you must be used to this. <br /> <br />Remember when you fought about <br />that silly toy out in the yard, and he <br />considered it appropriate to pout, <br />not you, you were the preaching kind, <br />you needed to resolve all ills <br />before the sun would set, it was <br />as you much later realised, a sense <br />of utter harmony, essential it has been <br />for you, since those romantic days. <br /> <br />He will be fine, my friend, just sit <br />and be the brother you were meant <br />in God's exotic universe to be. <br />To hell with all the urgent vital crap <br />just hold his hand and let him take his nap.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-poetry-hound/
