My Little Brother

Thoughts of you ricochet,

Memories how they play

Clustered and scrambled,

You casually amble

Through my mind.

I strain to remember

Your explosive temper,

Strong wirery arm,

Laconic charm

Expressed in good time.

Contemplate the unknown, unseen.

Puzzle at what could have been.

Thirty years pass swiftly,

Today you'd have turned fifty!

What was not

Cannot be forgot.

Wondering, pondering you

My little brother, Andrew.

 Craig (06/09/2014)

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