by Paul Curtis

Created on: June 02, 2009

DEAR BROTHER

Dear brother you were always first

I wish our roles could have been reversed

You were the first born son

Always Dads number one

You were first to go to school

While I looked at my brother so cool

The certificates you received

Became targets I had to achieve

I always beat you I was always King

But I was never first to do anything

You were the first to kiss a girl

A rather ungainly blonde called Shirl

You were the first to get a job

The first to earn an honest bob

You were the first to wed

The first to wet a babies head

And to feel a granddads pride

I watched you brush a tear aside

And now for the last time

You were first to hear the bell chime

Once more you've won the race

And were first to feel Gods embrace

For my Brother Peter who died on Christmas Eve 2008

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