A kind brother with a wide neck, so strong,
I longed for a cordial embrace so tight.
For one to assure a heart void of wrong,
To stretch mountains for a light beyond sight.
For their own kind around fails to trouble
You, allowed to flourish in their presence.
Arms you bear around their vastness crumble,
Smells of gardenia soften their essence.
But my devine mother shields wind with grace,
Footsteps light as feathers show me the way.
Sisterly ardor mends a staircase graze,
Feminine is the breeze that carries May.
A kind brother, I would have died to face,
Holding mother’s same eyes in tender play.
