When My Brother Cried

When my brother cried
He was 3, I was 5

In the middle of the night

Waken up by my parents' fight

He was horrified

A horizontal 8 his mouth like

So desperate he was

His face red, downwards were his eyes

All I remember

I felt so strong to cover him with my bigger arms

When my brother cried

So helpless

Yesterday night

He was 33 in a dark blue wedding night

I felt the same I realised

I wanted to cover him in my arms

For my heart melted

The same way it was

When he was 3 and I was five

Waken up by his cry

8 June'09, Tarabya