A Brother’s Shadow

“What is your heading?” the Airman asked
As vertically I roared
Straight up the silver rocket ship,
Oh, how the Eagle soars!

“What heading would you like?”
A laugh I could not hide
“I have no heading as we speak”
A riddle in the skies.

Shadows play a likewise game
a shade against the sun
Long and deep in morn and eve
At noon time there is none.

A reference point, a place to rest,
A navigator’s course
Shadows serve a greater cause -
an arrow to its’ source.

“Run and Re-run” we were called
A pest for all to see
What “Run” may not have understood -
A point of pride for me.

A morning’s shadow you might say
To guide a brother’s growth
Not visible at midday’s turn -
Two individuals’ choice.

And so as life has seen it’s noon
With none to guide but me
As searing heat from afternoon
brings pride surely to the knee.

A memory then begins to wake
As evening shadows lengthen
A guide, a source, encouragement
A need if one’s to strengthen.

What once was there and then was gone
Now needed desperately
A brother’s shade, a welcome sight
Guiding, caring…. tenderly.

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