Dear unborn brother


Despite decades that passed by,

Now I yearn to know you…

Craving to see you…

My dearest baby brother…


In the shadows of the womb

An ephemeral soul

Unseen, unheard, unknown

A story that ended 

Far before being written

In the hushed whispers of choices made

For reasons complex and decisions made.


Like a candle light that got blown out

Even before being lit

A tiny heartbeat 

That was muted

A silent cry

And words unuttered

Dreams that faded away 

My brother, unborn…


A life unfinished,

Rare echoes of your story…

Heard, but unheard

Felt, but unfelt

An emotion

That alphabets fail to unravel…


The echoes of your heartbeat,

Unknown…

Lingering deep within my heartbeat,

Like a heartache, profound…

Imagining words unspoken,

And sights unseen…


A sibling’s love, unexpressed,

A bond, what might have been,

A life, with memories made together,

All left incomplete…


Never in my vaguest thought

Did I imagine

That you would be part of my story 

Like a void in life’s motion

In the sacred cradle

Of my memory you lay…

My unborn brother, in unseen skies…

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