To My Brother (Written February 28)

To My Brother

 

One of the forgotten

In my pantheon of forgotten,

You were born this day

 

Fifty-eight years ago,

The youngest of seven,

At a time when things

 

Were beginning to fall apart

For our parents. So perhaps

You had been an afterthought,

 

Forgotten from the beginning,

And not just by me. Our parents

Had given their best to us,

 

The older ones, and had less

To give you, the last.

I was fourteen when you

 

Were born and so our two

Universes seldom intersected.

I remember when you had your

 

Motorcycle accident and almost

Died, I felt very remote from you.

In fact, I had already moved

 

To Canada, far from you.

And I gave you nothing then,

Not even a word to show you

 

That I cared. Only recently

Have I come to know you

A little, your quiet ways

 

And wicked sense of humor.

Only recently have I come

To realize how much I love you.