Personal Bartender

   (for my big brother, Rob)

Gentle voice commands
the order exact
eyes twinkling
lips curled in boyish smile

His strength takes
whatever I dish
as crying I pelt him
with fists too weak

My face rains
as his touch so gentle
pushes back my hair
and wipes the drops away

My voice trips itself
in its rush to explain
but he offers a hand
to assure I'm okay

he'll share a drink
or the experience I need
but he mostly just listens
and in silence, holds me


joanie said...

omg that's so sweet!!

Jason Kichline said...