My little brother holds my hand…
In vicious rain
strangling desert
or paralyzing snow
He stands beside me.
He’s there for all my birthdays
Eternally 10 years old.
As we travel a road
Who’s end is forever cloaked in fog.
Though our path cannot be known
I am forever secure.
As he watches me
His eyes always open.
-Ben Johnson
Poetry
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Sweet poem. I like the phrase “Eternally 10 years old.”