My Brother
15 January, 2003
Author: Mark Spencer
We used to run, we used to play,
We'd play baseball every day.
We were close, way back then,
as I'd hoped it could be again.
But we grew up and went our ways,
and forgot about our younger days.
No more baseball in the park,
no more ghost stories in the dark.
We each have jobs, we have our wives,
as we live out our separate lives.
Sometimes I see him, with Christmas cheer.
When we get together one time each year.
But we don't run, and we don't play.
We don't play baseball on that day.
We simply sit and shoot the breeze,
with emotion cold enough to freeze.
And so two strangers say their good-byes,
One drives away the other flies.
Then comes a tear, and then another.
Another year to miss my brother.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| LinzAy (65.40.22.50) -- Monday, January 20 2003, 04:06 am Thats a very sweet/emotional poem. Sorry..... |
| KristyD. (12.96.223.166) -- Wednesday, January 22 2003, 04:07 am That was so beautiful. I feel that way all the time except for my brother don't even get to come home for christmas... But I love that poem it was really touching! |
| barb (66.46.230.244) -- Thursday, January 23 2003, 10:48 pm We get so busy with our own lives. we forget about people we loved growing up. I like the way you expressed yourself and things we miss. |
| Crazy 1 (24.72.92.94) -- Sunday, March 30 2003, 05:52 am I really feel you rpain I know your probably older than me im 15 but I have a brother that I feel like ive lost Its like i miss him even when hes there he married now and hes really changed its not the same i understand that he has his own family and thats he of course going to be different but its like hes lost his heart but ill keep loving him until he comes around..... |
| Crazy 1 (24.72.92.94) -- Sunday, March 30 2003, 05:52 am I really feel you rpain I know your probably older than me im 15 but I have a brother that I feel like ive lost Its like i miss him even when hes there he married now and hes really changed its not the same i understand that he has his own family and thats he of course going to be different but its like hes lost his heart but ill keep loving him until he comes around..... |
| Patricia Allen (72.154.159.158) -- Sunday, July 29 2007, 08:02 pm A really wonderful and true-to-life poem, however, very sad indeed. Why is it so easy to not put our time and energy into the things that matter the most in life --- FAMILY? |
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