With Me

With Me ( a poem about grief)

This morning my brother lit the sky on fire for me to let me know he's ok.

Today he flew in as an eagle to see me from upon a tree. He made a peal call, high and loud to let me know he is watching over me.

Tonight my brother made the light bulb in the moon shine brighter, brighter than before, to let me know he loves me and that I am not alone.

I see his smile in the sunsets, in the mountain peaks and in the ocean waves.

I feel my brother in the wind, in the warmth of the sun and out in nature when it surrounds me like a big, warm hug.

I miss my Brother more than one could know but I know that he is with me, all around me and he is woven into my heart forever so I can take him wherever I go.

Gilda Craigan