My Brother

My brother

I miss you most at the times

When life seems to go on

Ironically then sadness drapes

Reminding me you're gone

I miss you most when I stare

Watching my kids at rest

Drawing from our pastimes

from my memory chest

I miss you most when I'm alone

And the night stands still

Remembering when a phone call

Could bridge the gap until

I miss you most on holidays

When all gather minus one

Those are the toughest times

When all is said and done

As your birthday comes around

It will be somber too Knowing I cannot see firsthand

A big smile from you

Stephen Boan

Copyright 2/4/03