BROTHER

 

Brother


I loved you like a cold sore
Your breath smelled like a fart

And I was at my happiest
When we were apart

I remember when we were little
You’d tug and pull my hair

You'd give me mega weggies
With my Underoo underwear

Snitched on me to mom and dad
After tricking me to tell about your gifts 

Then I’d get in so much trouble
And the punishments were swift

And when I turned 12 years old
I had to get those braces

You’d call me names like Cheese Grader
And make some funny faces

Then as we became teenagers
Your friends would flirt with me

You would get so dang annoyed
Which made me giggle happily

You always got the front seat
Because you forever called shotgun

And when we fought like hooligans
I knew I'd better run

You loved Dungeons and Dragons
I was forever into fashion

And when you wanted to hurt me, you'd throw out my poetry
For you knew it was my passion

Then we grew up and you got married 
And you gave me a new a sister

And even when I moved away
I hope she knew how much I missed her

When you had your first child 
Our relationship finally grew

You started to let me in
And I got to know the real you

But then Grandma Millie died
And my tears would not stop flowing

You handled me with tenderness
Your love was truly showing

You’re so damn smart, I’m proud of you
And I love you like no other

I guess what I am trying to say
Is I’m so grateful you’re my brother

Poetry Written By:

Eryn Dunbar

Comments

Anonymous said…
"Brother" by Eryn is a heartfelt exploration of sibling dynamics, illustrating how early conflicts can transform into deep bonds as individuals grow and share life's significant moments. It's a celebration of familial love, showing that even through the trials of childhood, sibling relationships can mature into something profoundly meaningful.
Anonymous said…
I have 2 brothers. It is so neat how you described your relationship with your brother. The changes though the years. This has me reminiscing about growing up with my brothers. Very nice poem Eryn 🫶….Alan 😊
Justice13james said…
I laughed I cried remembered when life was innocent with mischievous bouts thinking of family time watching TV shows and bowls of popcorn realizing life is short and should be sweet you painted a Rockwell scene with twists and turns with growing pains you write so dang well imagined sights and sounds of typical Saturday morning all these vividly painted by your wirds
Eryona Writes! said…
Wow. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this professional sounding review and comment. Can’t thank you enough! 🩷
Eryona Writes! said…
Alan, thank you! All of this happened, from the Underoos underwear that we lived in down to my poetry and to grandma. 🩷
Eryona Writes! said…
I loved reading this from you, JJ! Especially appreciate the Norman Rockwell reference… that was beautiful! Thank you!! 😊
Robert Barnett said…
Love that! Reminds me of some of my brother sister squabbles
Eryona Writes! said…
Yes, Robert! And I could have kept writing about his and my relationship and how it evolved over the years but that would have been several pages long. Lol

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