The Gift

The Gift

I received this week a special gift; it was a book of poems,

written by my brother, the one I’d never known.

As I turned the pages and read his thoughtful words,

it made me sit and marvel at how alike we were.

In my brother’s writings I saw a bit of me,

for poems I too do like to write and beauty I do see.

I saw his joy in family, of nature and of life.

I saw his deep enduring faith, the trust that gave him sight.

And though our lives were different…… and very far apart,

in these things too we shared a bond, we were the same at heart.