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Dearest Brother

Anne is a writer with a passion for self-expression and publishing.

The Best Day

Part of my poem talks about a day that my brother took me to the theme park and helped me get over my fear of heights by riding every roller coaster in the park. It is one of my fondest memories with him.

Part of my poem talks about a day that my brother took me to the theme park and helped me get over my fear of heights by riding every roller coaster in the park. It is one of my fondest memories with him.

Poem

Here is a little backstory before you read this poem. I have tried, in so many ways, to express the devastation when I loved one is no longer in your life. I hope that many can relate to the feelings, the feelings of those who, for whatever reason, no longer are in contact with loved ones that they miss. These things can often leave a hole in our hearts. I know personally that the most difficult part of this whole endeavor was actually writing this poem without tearing up inside. But it needed to be done. Poetry has this wonderful way of letting us express our deepest feelings and emotions in a comfortable and safe environment. I have always admired that about the poetic word; the fact that it doesn't have to rhyme, it doesn't have to follow structure, the only rule, really, is that it comes from your heart. All of my writing, in some way, shape or form, comes from that deep bit within my heart. That dark place that I don't see too often but I know is there because there are so many emotions buried deep within it. But that's not what this is about. This is a poem about a loss, about missing someone. I hope in this you will find something, anything, that you can relate to. If there is anything that you can take away from this, I hope it is that if you are experiencing something similar, then you are not alone.

Dearest Brother

Dearest Brother,

The one I called "Steve"

The one who always stayed up late with me

To watch the shows and movies

We weren't allowed to watch.

To fall asleep in the "pillow fort" in the den

To wake up in the morning for Saturday morning cartoons

To my brother,

Who held me in his arms when I was just a baby

Who remembered a lot more than I did about the 80s

The one who could tell a joke and make everyone laugh

The entertainer, the funny one, the one who inspired me

To my brother

The music lover, the one who taught me all I needed to know

About The Beatles, and The Beach Boys, Weezer and Green Day

The one who knew every cheat code to the video games we loved

The one who could fix absolutely anything on a computer

My dearest brother

The one who loved roller coasters

Who forced me to ride on all of the rides that I was afraid of

Who made me believe I was invincible

The one who helped me get over my fear of heights

Who bought me ice cream afterwards

To my brother

The one who always understood how I felt

How it feels to be low, and sad, and down.

My brother,

The one who could always have fun

No matter where we were

To my brother,

The one who helped me when I was sick

Who watched me and made sure that I wouldn't stop breathing

In my sleep

The one who helped clean up after I had fallen apart

My brother

The one who taught me to smile, and laugh

My first best friend

To my brother,

Where are you now?

Why did you leave?

Why are you gone?

You are my brother,

But you are no longer here

And I wonder, I wonder why

You decided to leave

That the person that you were

Was not enough.

That you couldn't be happy

Just being yourself

Because that is the you

That I like the most.

To my brother

Where are you now?

Where is the laughter, the jokes

The funny nature of your personality

That seems hidden, locked away

Never to return?

Where is the brightness, the excitement

Of an afternoon of Super Soaker fights?

Where are those happy memories

That we once shared?

Dearest brother

You are missed

Dearest brother

Where are you now?

Comments

Anne Marie Carr (author) from Richmond, VA on February 05, 2020:

Thanks for the kind words. Yes, it is very therapeutic to be able to express myself through poetry.

Lorna Lamon on February 05, 2020:

A beautiful and very touching poem where the sense of missing your brother is very raw. It's very healing in that we can express our most difficult thoughts and feeling when writing poetry. A poignant poem - lovely writing.

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on February 04, 2020:

Very nice. Touching the subtle sentiments. You got it right. Thanks.

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