I wrote this really fast. I usually don't read this sort of "stanza writing", but I decided to try it out! I wanted to make it a choppy and short little thing, and here it is! I actually didn't plan a rhyme scheme or meter, but it ended up having a (kinda) subtle rhyming.
The Picture.
Is a picture.
Is a memory
That I hold close to my heart.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Brother
That I do not remember
That I have not seen-
Except in my mind.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Man
That I imagine he has grown to be
Graceful and elegant
I imagine him to be
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Love
I have for this man
This brother
My brother and me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
His Smile
That he did not show
To anyone
But me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Blood
That he shed
To become that man
They call "The Prodigy"
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Father
Who loved
But loved him
More than me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Mother
Who loved
Who loved unconditionally
Who loved with all her heart my brother and me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Brother
That I have not seen
That poked my forehead
And carried me.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Picture
He is carrying me
He is smiling
Who- in my mind- I see.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
The Picture
Is a picture
Is a memory
That I hold close to my heart-
Me and my brother.
My brother and me.
Tell me what you think!
Love you all!
