Together: Part One

A poem about wishing that my unborn siblings had survived.

Together at last.
How much time has truly passed?
Sixteen years cannot ever describe it.
When there is a God, I live only to find you.
While you were looking down below, death and his shadow crept up behind you.
I pray there is a heaven, but my hands lay broken beside me.
A husk of my once great self lays down to hide you.
In a cradle of dirt, trees grow to spite you.
I am the hand that rocks the grave, and the deterrent of rot.
At least that is what I hope.
All I can hope to do now is cope.