Brother That I Never Had

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We always grew up together

Shared times, both good and bad

Through it all, you’ve been the big brother

That I never had



I didn’t mind sharing my dad with you

When you needed a dad, or just a friend

After all, I knew you needed one, too

And I’d gladly share him again



You were there for me when he had to go

And it hurt you just as much, though you stayed strong

I don’t think I ever let you know

That I knew you were there for me all along



As we grew older and made new friends

It may have seemed we grew apart

But through the arguments that we’d contend

I’ve always kept you as a big brother in my heart



You’ve been the one I’ve always looked up to

And when you went out into the world alone

I guess I thought I grew up, too

And like you, I too, left home



I think I knew you didn’t like

The choices that I made back then

For once I just wanted to be right

But it took a lot for me to come around again



I realize now that the little arguments in life

Don’t amount to anything at all

As angry as I was when you got called to fight

My eyes welled up and the tears began to fall



I don’t claim to have been strong

In fact, I cried just about everyday

Suddenly I didn’t care that I’d been wrong

I just hit my knees and prayed





You see, I knew what would be the odds

If you had to fight alone

So I took out my Bible and prayed that God

Would protect you and bring you home



And when my faith was overpowered

And I needed a sign to be shown

I asked God to show me a single red rose flower

To prove He was bringing you home



As I went on with my day at work

A flash of red just caught my eye

And on a little girl’s Minnie Mouse shirt

Was a single red rose with a butterfly



God speaks in the softest tones

You just have to open up your eyes sometimes

Since that moment, I knew you were coming home

Because I knew God gave me my sign



Now we’ve both grown up on our own together

And fought our own battles, despite how bad

But in my heart you’ll always be the big brother

That I never had ~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes when you look up to someone as a big brother figure, their footsteps are slightly larger than your own, and you fall inside the imprint when you try following in his footsteps. I wrote this for my cousin, Henry, after he came home from Iraq.

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John Caravalho's picture

Very good poem reminds me of my best friend i lost a few yrs ago the one my son was named after