A Birthday Rose
Today I went out and bought a rose for your birthday.
Its been a long time since I've seen you, not sure what to say.
I don't know if your going to be angry or upset at me.
So I'll just get you this and come visit and we'll see.
I am sorry its been so long, but I've been afraid.
I had reasons why I didn't, but it was excuses I made.
From now on I promise you, I will not make any others.
I miss seeing you and talking to you, we are brothers.
You probably already heard, but I graduated.
I just thought I'd try and keep you updated.
I need to ask you something, I just don't understand.
If you were in trouble, why did you not ask for my hand?
We are brothers, that's what were here for, that's what we do.
I mean there isn't anything I wouldn't have done to help you.
But I guess that is the person in this life you became.
I am asking because I am beginning to feel the same.
But I stopped by to say happy birthday and to give you this.
I am going to come by more often, so I can reminisce.
If it is at all possible, I want you to try and behave.
For now I'll say I love you, and leave this rose on your grave.
**In loving memory for my brother Kevin.**
***For Carol Brown's Contest, “Write a poem for yourself.”***
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