A REPAIRED FABRIC
The way my only brother
Chose to live his life
Brought out my anger,
Created much strife.
It stretched and tore the fabric
That might have been a friendship
We as siblings might have woven
Through our family's kinship.
Now it's all over,
No time to mend the tear,
No time to change the attitudes
That pulled and made it wear.
But words of peace were spoken
Many times in the past
And our cloth of friendship
mended
With love, and it will last.
Joan says, "I felt sad when my only brother died. There was a sad finality to the way things were. It can never get better, we can never get closer. I have had to accept "what was" is all that's "going to be."I guess he did the best he could with the life handed him. This acceptance is important for my own personal peace."