Brother

There was a boy
pale of skin,
a shade of lavender,
with big blues eyes,
who loved Tonka trucks
and riding his bike,
the one with the banana seat.

There was a teen
pale of skin,
so handsome
with his big blue eyes,
who loved fast cars
and playing drums,
the one you play with mallets.

There was a man
pale of heart,
so troubled
with his big blue eyes,
who made bad choices
and hurt his family,
the ones who love him still.

There was a man
pale in death,
now peaceful,
his blue eyes closed forever,
who took his life
and made us wonder,
where did that small boy go.



Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-05-16 at 01:27

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