My Brother

I wonder, what makes him 

different from the rest.

I wonder, what it is

that makes him the best. 

Is it in his voice,

so calming and sincere,

that makes me never worry,

never doubt, never fear?

Is it in his arms

that I feel quite all right,

that rocks me gently, keeps me safe,

so I may sleep at night?

Is it in his eyes

that I see his truth,

and that I see what lies within

our kindred bond of youth?
Is it 'cause he is my brother,
in spirit, not in blood,
that the love that we have shared
is love that will cause the world to flood?
I wonder, what makes him,
so vulnerable to pun,
'cause he was a pretty normal,
pretty special someone.
But he is still my brother,
whether he knows or not.
Yes, I like to believe he knows,
and I want him to know I love him a lot.

-LJ
10 & 20 April 2016