Earnest and Frank "Brute"

Ernest and Frank "Brute"

   Brute had a great love for children and I suppose he saw the child in me from the start. Making the kids on the bus leave me alone and saving my seat in the back for the duration of my rides. With tears in his eyes I understood he only ever wanted to make sure me and ol' Boo we're always safe. He didn't like us sleeping in tents or under trees in my old Ford so he gave us a home with him. My own world to decorate as I wished situated comfortably in his backyard. Surrounded by the ancients of his own beloved family where granny died, he was born, and many a family function had taken place. It's true we finally "felt" safe.

   I was his tutu wearing yard dog and boo got his own chair at the table. I could tell him anything. All the thoughts desires and wishes of my child like self. He didn't understand and he didn't pretend to. He just listened and at times he held me when I cried and restoked my dying embers just in time with words of wisdom whispered to his heart he kept nothing from me hurt feelings or not. He was the truest friend I ever had. Still Tangled in family heartbreak of his own passing father, the settlement of the land, and the future of his own balance of head and heart. We were different, yet the same in so many ways and I suppose, that was our bond, well, and our enormous love for BooBoo.

   He watched every move I played with my broken heart pieces and never interfered yet always there to hold me or scold me. It hurt him, watching all I chose to put my own self through. Then one day he decided enough was enough and no longer did The spoils of my own war insue me. Guarding the threshold of the yard no man got far enough again to begin my towers crumble. He made sure of it, inviting each one into his own kingdom of kitchen tables without my knowledge. He simply said to each "if you do to her what David did I'll destroy you myself, she's worth more than a broken heart". Most only came around a couple times. I suppose they saw my worth, my innocent love, and shakingly remembered the words spoken in secrecy by my Brute, my Earnest and Frank, my truest friend.

   This place that so kindly housed me while itself stuck between the war of heartbreak, shame, and family blame is where I found much of my muchness... My foundation of self... Wrapped in the arms of brute love even amongst his own wars internal and external. However, we were there for one another as friends, as family, and as listeners without judgments. Only love.

   I do not care to understand, the yogo love one gives a "child"

Does it matter if they've killed or walked with God for miles

   How does one refrain restrain restrict convict a heart

Who openly courageously denies one created copart

   Would it mean more or less whether Horned or God and Goddess

Can one truly turn away turn love off like night to day

   Love... Always prevails be it beast angel or man

Would you choose different friends or even family if you could choose again…

   I found solace in solitude gave way my attitude and for the first time I was home... My own skin... My muchness... Hello old friend...