Oh what can I say about these brothers of mine?

We are all so different and yet is so many ways the same.

How we all grown

I miss you so much, as the days pass by.

Thinking about my bro makes a tear form in my eye.

Everything we did when we were

When he was just five I was about to be born

and mum asked what he’d be liking.

“A horse” was his answer,

I remember your very first toys,
the lego blocks you packed in rows;
playing the games loved by many little boys.
I even

Brothers have I, many to love

All older then me and wiser

Four are gone, two remain

One a spendthrift one a miser

My brother