Consoles me

Now that my brother

Has followed them

To heaven…

It makes the future journey

Less scarey as I would follow

Him everywhere when I was little…

I’m not in a hurry for the adventure

From which we won’t return

But finding him

Just like our hide and seek’s

In our old 4 story home…

Where he would hide in the cellar

Behind the coal furnace

Other times in the attic

Where his bedroom and

Our playroom were…

He would let out a whistle

If my footsteps were heading

Away or hit a piano

Key to give me a hint…

I’m counting on him

Now…to lead me to Him

Where he now

Resides with them…