AidenA Poem by P.S. Buford IIIwrote this for my baby brother...To the kid who shares a last name And has everyone who's known me My whole life performing double takes As if my childish image was copy & pasted Onto an innocent revisiting my better days I want you to know that I love you. Yes, your older brother loves you Even though right now I'm a ghost That only finds your doorstep when I'm Feeling good enough to sit in your presence And break bread with a prince who has no Knowledge of the throne his loved ones fight for I love you like I wish i'd loved myself Back when I was your size and obsessed with Shifting my shape just to fit in And I wish that i'd been a bit more attentive Instead of brushing your innocence aside With the pride of my age masking my Familiarity with a child who only wants Someone to listen or at least interact with them. You have all of the promise I prayed God would Trade me just for a piece of popularity In essence the birthright of our father & your mother Took root in your vibrant earth and one day That seed will find strength in your undiluted Passion for life, I just wish I could brace your heart For the pain needed to bring out what your work Will be watered with one day soon. You still believe in superheroes, not knowing that Beating within your growing torso lies the same Qualifying organ that makes your idols just as Powerful as what you have it in you to be. I just want you to know that your life Is valuable Because they'll try to persuade you to think Your another statistic waiting for the wrong situation Kid you're more than just a cautionary scenario In progress. You are change. you are the future My generation let slip, and our predecessors Dreamed of after their forerunners set it in motion Your muscles aren't big enough to Wield the tools to build your kingdom so let me Do it for you, until you learn how to take your thoughts And will them into existence just as easily as you Summon optimism with that crooked smile you own. If I'm blessed with a son I want him to look at me With at least a portion of the happiness you wield When I'm around. Maybe to him I'll be a better male Role model than what I've allowed myself to be for you Because frankly I've been a jerk to someone who Hasn't yet earned my wrath or deserves anything less Than the pinnacle of an elder siblings active affection But to be honest, I don't know the first thing about Showing your youthful eyes unconditional love Because I'm still searching for evidence that anyone Bearing an X & Y chromosome ever cared enough to Leave me unwritten instructions in actions So that one day i'd be able to pass the positivity on instead of being just another deadbeat b*****d With more wordplay put into building you up Than actual involvement in the process. Aiden, I wish I didn't have to write these words that You'll probably never see, and if you do, You'll probably never fully grasp the reason why I Sat in front of a screen and created sentences to Explain my consistent absence in your life When I only wanted to be the reason why One of Paul's sons went on to live a life with little Complaints or encounters with obstacles he already Knew how to face because he had a damn good example. So in the event that this poem is all you ever hear of me In the long run and I get so caught up in my own life That I neglect one of many individuals God gave me to Look out for and help keep out of harms way Just know that I'm not as perfect as your heroes Know that despite my efforts I'm only a mortal man Who's blessed to have a little brother that I barely know Just because i'm ashamed of the example i'd display Know that your potential is worth more than The clothes & precious stones they'll try to sell you Know that your potential is worth more than The miguided intoxicated masses that will prey on Your innocence with promises of opening your eyes To a better world once you taste their forbidden fruit Know that the more you learn the more it hurts But every lesson learned is worth the struggle. And most of all know that I love you Even if I'm never around to show it. Verses are all I can offer you until I'm a better man. Because I don't want my baby brother to be another me. © 2013 P.S. Buford IIIReviews
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