Jim at 14

Daddy loved you most easily, you two were so alike,
an easy friendship grew. But life has a way…
One day, the preacher came to our house. 
“Your brother’s been hurt,” he told me,
“real bad.” A few minutes later
he told me the rest. None of us was ever over you.
We were broken, dangling, burned, and
still my life is all about wounds
And healing. I guess this is not a Hallmark card…
Altho I do like the dogs and the pretty flowers
The carelessness of this world smells of death to me,
And I am on its track.

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