Peter, dear Peter
A brother, a friend, a mentor, a hero
At least before the wall
Was built up, brick by brick
Seeming unbreakable between us

With watchful eyes I stood by
Seeing careful hands fashion each one
Precisely and unfalteringly
Not thinking to knock it down
While I still could

Spending his days in a small dwelling
Hidden in rosebushes and oak trees
Making wonderful things
With wonderful hands

Unapproved by our father
Threatened and reprimanded
To make something of himself
Or determined silence

Peter stood his ground
My father kept his promise
And I remember that fight
A terrible fight

He remains behind the brick wall
So tall and sturdy
That I will never break through
But still I bang on it every day, calling out
Calling out