** For my talented brother, Michael T. Barden, who I love with all my heart. ** (The photo is my brother, age six, and me, age 1 in 1959).
You've always been the keeper of my ease, The worth of my well-being, as your own, And every good contingent you could seize, Was shared, and never held for you alone ... (Despite the seeds of error I have sown). We've come so far in life, tho' rather bruised, And now I need to tell you something, true, Though "brother" is a word too often used ... I'd not have learned its meaning ... but for you. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Nine Lines To Let Them Know Everything Is Fine" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor & Judge.
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