July 25, 2012 – that’s the day he died – my only brother, my sole sibling. Within a year of his death, both of our parents died, too. I know I have presented several poems with a theme of death. As I age, the subject is more and more on my mind – not in a macabre of obsessive way, but rather from a curious and accepting perspective. I, too, will experience it. Also, death is worth study and meditation as each one of us experiences it at some point in time, even if we try not to believe it, or think that we have much time remaining. When I wrote this poem I kept thinking, “I am the last one standing.” Such an intriguing and distracting thought. In every family, barring a tragic accident, eventually, one member of the group will outlive all the others. What a strange position to be in, to be: “one of a kind.” One of a Kind Upon the sudden death of an only brother 25 July 2010 First of two Second of two Years ago, almost one Then near to forty far apart These l
At the end of the game, the king and the pawn both go back in the same box.—Italian proverb