Everything hurt! Yet there, beneath the sand,
A calming sense of clammy warmth filled me,
My brother piled it on, with scoop-filled hands,
And devilish and unrelenting glee.
Though buried deep, I knew how effortlessly,
With burst of will and strength I could arise,
But choosing, in its stead, to simply be,
Enjoy the moment, Big Bro by my side.
I wondered how he was before I cried
(He, the only child, their firstborn son),
that noisy day of birth, when I arrived
to share their fond attentions; My Act One.
He’s always been there, sleeping or at play,
My brother made me who I am today.
Written for Speakeasy 176, using “everything hurt” as the opening line, and making reference to the short film: Brother, an award winning animated film by Sari Rodrig.