My Brother, Todd

Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where you can find me reading my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE

When my oldest brother, Todd,
came back for my mom's funeral,
he had this light about him.
His face was a poem.
Sure, he was the oldest, and he
had a healthy-looking tan from the
hot New Mexico sun, working
outside with turquoise, silver,
and bear claws to make
jewelry for the tourists, but there
was more than that.

He was an artist, and all artists have
a fractured ease about things, but he
lit up.  Something from the inside
projected out.
He comforted everyone else, we leaned
on him.  His eyes oozed serenity.

A few calendars later, when I traveled
back for his funeral, I saw the same
look on a few of his friends' faces.
His wife told me after the service
that Todd had gotten sober years before.

Author's Note

My latest book, Sleep Always Calls, is available on Amazon. My other boos on Amazon are Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
www.thomaswcase.com

Reviews

[red93]

Fabulous Thomas - and for some reason I can hear Joseph Conrad Novelist in these well-penned lines. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Thomas W Case]

I appreciate it, my friend.

[Michael Sun Bear]

You have written a beautiful tribute to your brother. I can picture him with the dark tan and eyes full of Light. I can almost feel his Spirit. Thanks for sharing Thomas.

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you.