Brothers,
The ones you go to for help,
For comfort,
For advice.
When you just had a fight with Mom and Dad,
Another girl,
Or your boyfriend.
Brothers,
The ones you go to, to tell them that
You’re pregnant,
Getting married,
Or just need a shoulder to cry on.
The ones you look up to,
Share jokes,
And talk to about everything.
Brothers,
They’re there for the good times,
Bad,
And everything in between.
My brother,
He helps me with everything.
Now all he needs,
Is me.
**This poem is dedicated to my brother, Jacob Andrew Beuerlein.
