To show you myself, in a hundred words to me is a monumental task, for it would take a hundred days for such a feat. Supposing I am no deferent than the next homosapien, who, deals with emotion life and the struggles of defining oneself, within the structure of his and or her own mind. Attention paid more to others than peering to deep in side my soul for fear of what I might find. Yet some times the quill digs deeper than I wish, looking upon the page wondering where did that come from (Smile +a Wink). I love to write, some good and some not so great, but ain’t that the way life is. I am amazed at the complexity of human thought, I was raised on a farm and consider myself just a country boy who, likes to write

 

Dear Brother

Time has been so cruel to the family
God he tries my strength
It was not enough to take our dad
When I was ten and you thirteen
No! The row we hoe would not end there

Seven years would pass then yet again
Would the family gather on sacred ground
The oldest boy of six bothers and three sisters
Came to rest at fathers feet
Who we had turned to in place of papas’ love

Now old cantankerous men took upon the job
To make sure their nephews towed a narrow line
Is this the will of God to bring us to our knees?
Some plan laid out by the hands of the divine

Why does he test our resolve with such misery and pain?
Our beloved uncles, go and meet your brother
Know in our hearts you are loved
As two more leaves fall from the Family tree

Know my brother, I ask our Lord to take your stead
That I may seize what I have so long desired
The cold earth upon my face
To silence the voices who, call to me from the past

Know the pain that stains my eyes is of a brothers’ love
If God should grant me such an appeal
Then I gladly go and hold your love with me
Lay it there before Gods’ feet
For all of Heaven to see

Taylor Crain ©2006