A Brother's Love
by Frank C. Modica
I contemplate pictures of you in a yellowed photo album.
How many memories do I hide between the pages?
My dry eyes contemplate the color of your eyes,
the sound of your voice echoes in my ears.
A brother is a tangled spider web of love,
the grief and anger inescapable.
After 59 years of wearying strife
you succumbed to your illness.
We don’t even have a gravestone to mourn you,
a patch of grass to hold our flowers and grief.
How many memories do I hide between the pages?
My dry eyes contemplate the color of your eyes,
the sound of your voice echoes in my ears.
A brother is a tangled spider web of love,
the grief and anger inescapable.
After 59 years of wearying strife
you succumbed to your illness.
We don’t even have a gravestone to mourn you,
a patch of grass to hold our flowers and grief.
Frank C. Modica is a retired teacher who taught children with special needs for over 34 years. Frank’s writing is animated by interests in history, geography, and sociology. His work is forthcoming or has appeared in Beyond Words Literary Magazine, Frost Meadow Review, Green Ink Poetry, Blue Mountain Review, and Raconteur Review.