For Steve Poem by david lessard

I was your little brother, you were the first in line-
You got your Father's love and to me that was just fine;
I followed in your shadow, the years went racing by-
I never stepped ahead of you, I never really tried.
You said I wasn't big enough, for you I was too small-
Suddenly, it came to me...you didn't want me round at all.
And so I hovered closer, to my sister and my mother-
When what I really needed, weas a big hug from my brother.
You gave your country twenty years, I gave the Army one-
You wore the Air Force wings, while I went on the run.
I took the lonely path and it hasn't been much fun-
It's so hard to find the balance-when your the middle son.
You met a girl named Donna, that marriage was to last-
I met and married many, and now they're all of the past.
You always were a 'ham' Steve, singing songs from South Pacific...
But Dear Brother, know this truth...you always were terrific!
I hope this poem, you do enjoy, I feel the words ring true-
It's just a little slice of life and the love I have for you!