A small white house, A slamming screen, A dusty yard With tatters of green. In-and-out, Out I stand. Seeing and knowing Who I am. I am a child. The sky is clear. Running, and voices, That are not clear. In this memory I know your name. I don't yet speak. I know I love you.
This is about my first memory of my older brother. We weren't raised together. Though we had inly met a few times before he died, I still loved him as if he had always been in my life.