Matthew J. Pesce

A BROTHER AT WAR

your chair a tireless sentinel…
you were mentioned at Grace but
your absence was most severe when
we couldn’t speak.

mother lived with moist eyes…
Love consisted of your letters,
a few trinkets, and a
special time I remembered.

You missed your
parade coming home.
All we could have said seemed
foolish in your eyes.

We could have
cried our smiles, but
would not steal your moment with
our retread hearts.