In Memory of a Brother

He was
The eldest son
He was my big brother
He wasn’t always nice to me
But I called him Bubba
He tried to be
Folksy

He read
Everything
From the time he was three
(Today he’d be seventy-three)
He read for hours on end
So many things
Smart guy

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