Brothers Birthday Poem

Ode to My Brother on (the day after) his Birthday   

Riding bikes, Climbing trees,

Board games gone awry.

Playing tag, shooting hoops,

So many things to try!

Touch football turned to tackle;

Swimming in the sound;

Building forts, Reading books,

From sun up until sun down.

Being chased and getting caught,

Those cities in the sand . . .

Being young, wasn't it fun?

Our imaginations grand?

We took our swings, landed some punches,

And maybe a kick or two,

But tears were dried, and tempers calmed

When the day was thru.

Now years have past, with old grievances forgiven

When a mystery unveiled itself to me,

About the pain I thought you were

To the friend you turned out to be!


Happy Birthday Tim!