Brother Family Poems

Walter, James, and Carter

Little boys
Son,
Brother,
Son
One by one, my heart undone.
One is one (and a quarter) years tall,
Chocolate wisps that softly fall.
Forest hazel, bold and sly,
Wildfire...

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Once we were Seven
Once we were seven now only one
Six gone before me
Now I’m alone
No one to reminisce with
Questions left to myself
Childhood memories but no...

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We hadn’t talked in years,
not really.
Not since childhood,
when grass stains
and ghost stories
bound us like magic.

Cousins,
but closer than that —
best friends
before the world grew quiet.

We were...

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I recently received a cookbook 
that was given to my older brother 
A hand-me-down from my dad 
that was passed down from his mother 
After...

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Your smile is like the moon all silver lined,
I wanted to be by you, time after time.
Your love for sports was quite unreal,
But you never...

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Brother, 
you have the 
strength of a 
dragon and the 
soul of a 
poet. 
...

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Your smiles frozen over,
and you stand tall above the water
like an iceberg, so tall and elegant
in your presentation.

But surface-level trickery
can’t fool or satiate
my scuba diver
curiosity.

I...

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In the flowing scroll of time, said Confucius, blood remembers where it came from. The mountain does not forget the stone, nor does the sea...

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A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.

You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing...

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Why not me, i always asks,  
In shadows where the silence basks,  
When sickness came, I felt the chill,  
While soup and...

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I’m thinking of a person 
Who is strong and resilient. 
Big in personality but size is small. 
When mad, they turn a green pigment. 
All...

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Water describes a stranger while blood describes a family member
This statement has been around for as long as i can remember
When it comes to different...

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There is no strength in fear and flame,
naught but the bitterness of blame,
which leads us all to guilt and shame,
finger pointing and naming names.

Better still...

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The magician wore 
my mother’s perfume
and conjured family 
from thin air—
a brother renamed uncle,
a wife recast as mother,
a daughter vanishing 
behind a tale of bees.

Each...

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You may know — she screamed a lot, 
 But you may not know that he was still holding her along. 

They say, and they...

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