MY BROTHER KEEPER

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Dec 21, 2020

Am I my brother’s keeper oh yes I am for the love we share could not abound
The birds built their nest and the trees take a rest little brother you’re the best
Smaller in size yet twice as wise you share the load as we walk foggy roads
You fed me little fishes and ease my pain by inches my legs went all to pieces
You heard my cry night after night the pain was sharp brother you knew that
So brother by my side you did abide and refused to be taken for a ride 
 
Work was hard when you’re a kid not knowing what was right or wrong
Get wood for the oven and food for our soul going there and everywhere? 
Though small in size but twice as strong you tote the heavy branches on   
You conquered the road and heavy load your steps were slow but on you go
Yes read my story and read it loud the joy we sought was dark and rot
For we left a house of love and care to travel here there and everywhere

The years drifted by brother, but my memory regain remember your kindness
How can I forget you now brother, how can I put my mind to rest brother?
Together we accomplish much you were the brawn small but strong brother
We travel the same path my eyes always shielding you with gratitude
I am lonely today without you, my sin was not much more than arrogance
How will I walk the long corridor of correction without your precious arm?

I curse the day we part for brother I fail to know the reason you left
I would give the world to hear your smooth voice, see your tender smile
But I am thrown like rags, how blind was I brother your heart like iron
Someday oh brother we will walk the crowded streets again were love 
Will never part us brother Lambert
 
Copyright 2006 Kenvil Atkins

 

Tags: Sad, Love, Faith, Depressing, Pain, Hope, Wishful,

 

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