Big Brother
When I was small,
you tortured me,
with innocent tickles.
When I was eight,
you taught me
to ride a bike.
When I was eighteen,
you offered comfort
to a broken heart.
When I was twenty eight,
your famous band
played at my wedding.
When I was forty eight,
you understood my
married woes.
When I was admitted,
unable to cope,
you visited me.
When I was voiceless,
and heading to court,
you spoke for me.
When I was fatherless,
you stepped in
and fathered me.
I love you
Derek.xx
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2015
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