A Brother’s Shadow
â€œWhat is your heading?â€ the Airman asked
As vertically I roared
Straight up the silver rocket ship,
Oh, how the Eagle soars!
â€œWhat heading would you like?â€
A laugh I could not hide
â€œI have no heading as we speakâ€
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 navigatorâ€™s course
Shadows serve a greater cause -
an arrow to itsâ€™ source.
â€œRun and Re-runâ€ we were called
A pest for all to see
What â€œRunâ€ may not have understood -
A point of pride for me.
A morningâ€™s shadow you might say
To guide a brotherâ€™s growth
Not visible at middayâ€™s turn -
Two individualsâ€™ choice.
And so as life has seen itâ€™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 oneâ€™s to strengthen.
What once was there and then was gone
Now needed desperately
A brotherâ€™s shade, a welcome sight
Guiding, caringâ€¦. tenderly.