Pizzini and Broremann

Pizzini and Broremann

He used to carry a tiny notebook fitted for his pocket

writing down what he saw on his daily walks in the woods

and also writing rare words in newspapers when sat

in the café by the lake.

Leaves on trees, green grass fledglings trying to fly

many had success others drowned in tiny rainwater pools

life has the habit of crushing us; when we do our best

to be loyal to family and friends.

He once had a sister, generous and kind, who called him

Broremann (little man) because he was a serious child

living in a harsh world not made for kindness, when he

complained, gave him a hug, and told him to shut up.

She had three boys growing up but of poor health

and there was not enough time to pass it on to them

the importance of kindness; motherless they had

to become men in a world that lacked love.

On a page in his notebook, Broremann wrote down

her name put her name next to his heart

reminds him of sisterly love and loyalty that even

mad-men in Sicilia know so well.