I want to write a poem to my little brother
The second and last child to come out of my mother
A boy so brave
Who always took less than he gave
Who never understood
But wished he could
Struggled in the depths of his mind
Which no one could find
His trouble was always with change
That always was different in range
From moving from state to state
Not liking what was on his plate
Changing schools
And suffering because he wasn’t cool
He was the misfit
Because he never got “it”
And no one ever got him
Never understood his whims
I don’t understand him either, I admit
Especially during his hissy fits
But he’s mine to love
A gift from heaven above
And so I wrote this poem to say
“I love you, AJ”