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.