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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: October 7, 2019      Views: 81

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This work has reached the exceptional level
A family circle of belief.
"Part 2: Do Not Tell Me Yet" by Flyaway1
We are here.
As we drive amid the tall trees of Vermont, thoughts of my family swirl around me. My memories are as colorful as the leaves that fall to the ground. The early years of my life started in this old place.

We are here.
My brother's house is around the corner. A dirt road leads up to his wooden planked home. I climb out of the car looking for my brother. We hug with tears, knowing that the surgery is upon us. We have all been waiting for this day to come.

We are here.
Now, we wait. As the hours pass, I think of the falling leaves in their riot of color--beautiful but dead. The old trees know winter is coming. Today, the killing cancer is being slashed out of my brother's stomach. The living pieces left will be joined together learning to be something new. We sit in a circle of hope, knowing that the spring never forgets to come.

At nine hours, the doctor walks out with a smile. He is alive.

We are still here.
We are sitting with my brother in the ICU. I look at each tube to make sure they got it right. A habit borne from older days in other hospitals. I watch my brother slide in and out of consciousness. I think about the connections in his body learning to work again. We sit by his side watching over him. Recovery has started.

We will leave soon.
More tubes are being removed- the start of healing. Out of ICU, the recovery takes two steps forward then two steps back. There is frustration and pain as the days pass. I look out the window, at the old trees standing bare. My brother will winter his recovery and stand strong like the trees. He will live.

We came. We loved.
We are a family that believes.

There will be no goodbyes.

We were there.
Now, we will stand with my brother and wait for the spring.


Author Notes
Not long ago, I submitted a piece about my brother being diagnosed with cancer. A lot of people responded with empathy and support. This piece is a follow up to all those that lent their support so freely. I thank you all.
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