for enduring night watch

Condensed

For my brother as keeper of me. The arms we work and hours put it in. We are forged into fires that never go out. A story is made over time and I hold onto those things from many aspects.

Days of making steel, digging up earth and turning what auntie Karen told me how to turn light into the colors. It was not a life of promise and wealth and it may not be the day forward but I know by taking that time.