You came tumbling down
from your upstairs bed
with heavy steps
and that wry grin
“No wonder I couldn’t wake up,"
you said.
We both laughed
as I turned down the volume
on a Brahms symphony.
Today, with strains of Bach in the air -
Sheep and Lambs
May Safely Graze
I pray these sounds
are heard in heaven
and almost feel
your footsteps on the stairs.
To My Brother by Ken Slaughter | Sandalwood & Vanilla Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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Ken Slaughter won the Tanka Society of America's annual contest in 2015. His tanka and other short poems have appeared in numerous journals. Some of his longer poemswere published in an online journal called Verse-Virtual.
