Mikey (circa March 1992)

I wonder how his mind works,
What goes through his head,
What in his imagination lurks,
Or what he dreams of in bed.

I wonder if he ever gets tired,
From where his energy spurts,
Why he is so wired,
Or if, from exhaustion, his body ever hurts.

I wonder why he loves me
So very much indeed,
Or if he knows I’ll be
Right there if ever he’s in need.

There are many things I wonder, oh,
About most every other,
But one thing that I know:
I love my little brother.

*Written for Michael Anthony Minton

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