I am laying... Laying and laying in the grass above my dead brother.

There is wind displacing my hair. My nieces are making noise as well as my mother everytime she chews on the fruit she bought from my brotha' in the streets. So much noise to distract me from the brother that left....

I am laying, laying, and laying in the grass above my dead brother who has been dead for 10 years. Laying above the soil I have dreamnt of