My Brother
MY BROTHER:
Used to think that God's name was "Harold,"
you know, after the prayer:
"Our Father, whom art in heaven, HALLOWED be Thy name."
(When he learned of his error, he was never the same.)
One time when I was three years old my parents wanted to go look at a house they were
thinking of buying and they couldn't find
MY BROTHER:
so they just left and took me. I was three. When we got back
MY BROTHER:
was sobbing so hard he was sick.
MY BROTHER:
thought we had moved without him, abandoned him.
HE WAS SIX
MY BROTHER:
Got my mother's beauty and my father's genius.
(I got my father's looks *%#@%^ and my mother's brains #%@&*^)
MY BROTHER:
Also got my mother's insanity and my father's alcoholism.
(I guess I won, having inherited their stoicism.)
MY BROTHER:
Was a comic genius. He was so funny, he could make a dog laugh.
MY BROTHER:
Was such a tragic figure, he made the angels weep.
MY BROTHER:
Is gone now, and I have only these odd memories to keep.
©Danielle White
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