For Zachary

My brother and I at the National Whitewater Center in NC

An original poem;

I think about those long gone, lazy days
And memories bittersweetly seen
When I think about those golden moments
They have their chance to gleam
Through the many ripples of time
My favorite memories remain
To be of my brother, Zach, and I
You see, we used to travel to this magic world
A world where we could fly
When we were young the world belonged, just to him and I
Our life was filled with wondrous things
Like costumes and tails made from strings
We played many little games
That now seem like dreams
I remember when we fought bad guys
Explored from sea to sea
My hands were tied in shackles and he came to rescue me
I remember “lets sleep in my room”
And staying up too late
And Zach eating playdoh, that I placed upon his plate
Although we’re both much older
And our world has grown much colder
My favorite memory will always be

When my little brother played with me