I was inspired to write the following after reading a similar poem by a fellow writer who posted it on our group’s list serve. It’s an acrostic, meaning the first letter of each line spells a word, in this case, my brother’s name. You can click on the link below the poem to hear me read it.
A brother I hoped would be a sister, I
never stopped loving him, though.
During years of sibling rivalry, I
remember kissing him, saying he was sweet.
Even though he resented my love
when he grew older, I still cherished him and always will.