Brother Poem by Carolina Apicella

An ordinary night

Sitting on the front porch

With your best friend

and lover by your side

Sharing ordinary things


A child of a broken home

Filled with pain and sorrow

A father that couldn't love himself

Needless, could not love you


A young man you became

You found your best friend

She nurtured your bruised soul

She healed your broken heart

She took the pain and sorrows away


Now you are gone

I will miss stopping by your house

I will miss your presence at holidays

Even though I didn't tell you,

I am proud to be your brother