Into the room we stepped
One by one
The three of us
Not knowing what to expect
With the unease of a conversation held
You were not meant to hear
We met their eyes as we entered
They greeted us in a way that only eyes of family can
They were standing
Beside and around as if;
Protecting a beautiful silence
As if; protecting the slow browning of fall
Arms motioned to us
Come! Come!
We filled in the places where there were only gaps before
Making the circle complete
This was the way their mother saw things
So we are here.
© Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from the book âMeasuring For Balanceâ
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