He walked through the cornfields,<\/p>\n
His hand grazng the tall crop,<\/p>\n
He pulled his cap down, shielding his eyes from the sun,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
His brother, less than three days young,<\/p>\n
Had been born weak and sickly,<\/p>\n
He had lived through fifteen winters,<\/p>\n
He understood nothing lasts for ever, but that didn’t make him any less distraught,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He had woken before his mother,<\/p>\n
so that he could clear his mind,<\/p>\n
And prepare for the sorrow that was yet to come,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He heard a wail come from the house,<\/p>\n
He ran towards the stone brick farmhouse,<\/p>\n
It was time,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He burst through the door to the kitchen,<\/p>\n
His whole family was there,<\/p>\n
Crowded around their mother,<\/p>\n
She crying, craddling the empty shell of his brother,<\/p>\n
Maura was comforting her, but the tears were running down her cheeks too,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
His father lingered in the back,<\/p>\n
Purple bags under his eyes,<\/p>\n
Shock covered his old, aged face,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He felt something ignite inside him,<\/p>\n
A deep sense of mourning,<\/p>\n
He had been expecting this,<\/p>\n
But seeing his brother, Fern, an empty shell,<\/p>\n
He would neverr get to talk, or walk, never feel the thrill that was life,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Three days old,<\/p>\n
Three days of prayers and tears,<\/p>\n
Or pain and misery,<\/p>\n
He could rest now, Fern could finally breathe easy,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He wrapped his arms around Maura,<\/p>\n
Trying not to look at the bundle of clothes that covered his brother,<\/p>\n
Nothing lasts forever,<\/p>\n
Noothing lasts forever<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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