My Dream Brother
Being an only child, I always wanted a brother,
But my Mom could never have another,
So I dreamed great dreams about him,
Of climbing trees and going out on a limb.
Sometimes we would have a game of tag,
We would chase butterflies until one we would bag,
It is good that people can dream big dreams,
Sometimes it helps when we need a moonbeam.
I loved this brother of my dreams,
We would laugh and play or wade in streams,
I have many friends who are men,
Perhaps they substitute for yhat brother I could never win.
I will never, ever forget my dream brother,
Tall and blonde with eyes that shone like no other,
Always laughing, we would go on trips,
There we would laugh and purse our lips.
But it was not to be, this brother,
In a few years, the dream became a myth,
To laugh and talk about with old Joe Smith,
But, I loved this brother of mine like no other.
Copyright © Patricia Leonaitis | Year Posted 2006
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