by blyJuly 8, 2008 07:00 PM

Sometimes, he is awake,
And I watch, emotionless.
Wary of the slightest mistake,
How compassion becomes weakness.

Sometimes, he is asleep,
And I wonder, silently.
How pain too cruel and deep,
Unforgiving and constantly.

Sometimes, I pray,
And I seek, plead.
Kindly show him the way,
The way to succeed.

Sometimes, I remember,
And I treasure, the memories.
How we celebrate in October,
With no mention of cemeteries.

Sometimes, I imagine,
And we grow old, together.
No illness, nor medicine,
Only love for my brother

- Chuong Ly