Yesterday was my brother's birthday. We live far away, so I sent a card and a gift, and we called him last night. He is my only sibling, and special to me. We're looking forward to a long visit this summer when we return to my home state. He, his wife, my husband and I love to travel the back roads, looking for terrific little cafes, general stores, and antique shops. It's just fun to be together and I wish we were closer, but glad we do spend time together as much as possible. A poem for Jim,
My Little Brother
My brother,
my little brother,
is sixty-one,
director of a band,
leader of the church choir,
father and grandfather of a household,
saver of cats and dogs,
really-all manner of living things.
He's a grand manager of his life.
But all I see is
my brother-
my little brother
Oh I love this...I have a little brother, too - he will always be that little tyke I played with, taught to read and took care of (even if he's 6 feet tall, a dad and CEO!)...little brothers never grow up!
ReplyDeleteWonderful Poem! You seemed to sum him up so nicely. And you are right, Tara--little brothers never grow up!
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