Little Brother

It's my brother's 31st birthday this week.  Today, I dedicate my post to him.

Kit

You were tiny, frail and reaching with infant- blue eyes

When we first met

Right away I felt an urge for something solid to build up

And around you

The warm scent of milk couldn’t protect you

From the glass leaning in thick, clear sheets on the back porch

They shattered, efficient but violent

Just as I knew they would

I was only twelve-years-old

But I wanted to be your future

All my love,

Juliet