Many a person is lost every day

And so I lost my brother many years before

Void and grief remained for his happiness to pray

As years  craved, curved and crafted

 into the deeper archives of our memory he drifted.

And then , many years later when these pieces of ceramic, I found

The work he had done for himself, for us and for the world around

An emotion of happiness and proud reminiscence were revived

‘…we leave our work and so we live in our work’ reverberated in my mind

…a brother's note 25 years later