Memories

  

Fall and school has started up again with our actions of

throwing, laughing, jumping and sounds…

wait! Wait! “Give him back his ball,” I am yelling;

backing a junior across the grounds.

He is a freshman and he is still just beautiful,

And he is mine. My little brother.

The three years class difference is paramount as

I see him the target- Not now, not ever.

Memories.

When we hear the stories and relive the stories from parents,

Do we even know their truths?

Standing by, at 2 ½ as he is born.

Suppose? Just suppose I admit, I don’t recall?

I towered him forever, to that day

I watched over him for always, has never gone away

So many tales and a little one followed too – so I had double duty

And was the task of love, true.

Memories

Mamma was nearing 19 when Bill was born

She was an old one, 21 with the baby surprise

Stories of begging Daddy for me, as she was full 16

Nearly. Dearly.

Brother Bill, 70 last month, my mind smiles to him

He grew 6 ft and gave me five kin, left the Air Force after the defend

On to Langley he helped America strong

Now, his decisions in moving along.

He leaves comfort of satellites and secrets

He enjoys his baby as he does year 12 of school

My brother, my friend, music and words we share

Nothing like joy of having him here.

Memories

The boy backed across the yard, probably only a couple strides

Was always loved and we both take pride of being friends-we never set aside.

The days still moving and memories glow

As Brother announces, “I am going to go”.

If everyone has a brother with these times shared

You are blessed beyond

I have not one, but two and this is the old one I share with you.

Happy retirement, October 31, Brother Bill.

Barbara McDonald