My brother, from another mother's grace,
A chosen kin, a light in time and space.
Sometimes I wonder, on this winding road,
How I'd bear trials, or ease my heavy load,
Without your patient ear, your waiting hand,
The steadfast anchor in my restless sand.
You listen with a calm I haven't earned,
Your quiet silence, where a promise burned.
Though gratitude gets lost in hurried days,
You're always there, through all my shifting ways.
I know I often take your patience whole,
Forgetting burdens deep within your soul.
You hold the world, its weight, for all to see,
Without a whisper, or a single plea.
When the fierce hurricane ripped through my home,
And broke my doll, where childhood memories roamed—
That fragile relic, older than my years—
I came to you, my heart dissolved in tears.
My doll in pieces, in my trembling hand,
You, who had never made one, dared to stand
A doll-maker, with quiet, knowing eyes.
No laughter then, no judgment, no surprise.
Just paper clips, some rubber bands you found,
And silent magic, on that hallowed ground.
It wasn't just the doll you made complete;
You helped me gather self, from shattered street.
You held the space, while pieces found their place,
And with a smile, restored my inner grace:
"We're still here," you said, a truth so deep.
My hero, always, secrets I would keep.
I know I'm stubborn, sharp-edged, prone to stray,
Sometimes careless with your heart's soft way.
You take too much, allow the world to lean,
A faultless stone, a strong and quiet scene.
Perhaps we all forget to ask, and see,
What silent comfort you might long to be.
And for that oversight, I am so sorry, friend.
But hear these words, on which my heart depends:
I see you, truly. I appreciate your soul,
Your gentle kindness, making spirits whole.
I love you, not just for the ways you mend,
But for your truth, your light that knows no end.
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Author:
Friendship (
Online) - Published: August 4th, 2025 05:46
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a true story; the person is real.
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Comments8
A beautiful poem of gratitude so well set in verse and meter. It speaks in softness and recognition of caring in the human condition. Words of peace from a wounded heart mended by the glue of someone that just wants to see a smile on a child's face. Recognition that one is not alone is the first step to growth. A wonderful poem and a fave.
Thank you so much, Sorenbarrett. I appreciate your thoughtfulness in stopping by and reading my poem. You grasped its essence beautifully, thank you, my friend.
You are most welcome
A beautiful write of appreciation and love for a sibling who has always been there for them, I love the fixing of the doll section, that says so much, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much.Poetic for stopping by. Have a beautiful day, my friend,
You are very welcome
Beautiful
Thank you so much, Tong36
You're welcome
Very lovely and almost intoxicatingly so, rendered with a haunting suggestion of rhythm and rhyming, yet so deliciously burdened with a passionate sense of closeness and love, it seems practically hallowed. Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Cheeky Missy
An epic write
Loved the rhyme message and gratitude flowing from it
Your brother from another mother is also lucky to have his sis
Thank you so much.Peto, for stopping by and for your kind words. Have a beautiful day, my friend,
this felt so real I'm pretty sure it must be .. having said that, I don't think because I instinctively know you are both lucky to have each other ..
Thank you, Neville, it's a true story; the person is real.
What a tribute to our humans sometimes forgotten true legacy. "A faultless stone, a strong and quiet scene.' brings to mind my brother, also wonderful friend. Thanks for this.
Hello, Friendship,
What a beautiful declaration of love for a kindhearted, patient and loving gentleman. You reminisce eloquently in the language of poetry. Gladdens the heart, such an outpouring of affection. It was an honour to read and a joy to wallow in. Beautiful.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Hi, Tony, thank you for your kind words, my friend.
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