My heart has been pierced

spurts of sorrow flow

From that portion, he has always owned…

The memories gush

overwhelming my mind

Unending days with him

Throughout my childhood…

My big brother, my hero, my go to

When things hurt and made me cry…

I see us together

he practiced his Boy Scout’s first aid

To cure many a disaster

From my tomboy days…

When he Couldn’t fix or stop the blood

He would yell out for mom to

Help him bandage, tie up

Or call Uncle Ted…

As these adventures continued

Following him…

And I knew he was always there

To carry me home…