NPM: Poem 13

In celebration of National Poetry Month, I am attempting to write a poem a day.  Fun!

This poem, first published on Faceback, honors my brother...

The Baby, The Brother, The Man

On this day, he became a baby forever
To us.
The favorite?
Sorry, Joe, but no...well, maybe?!
You were loved the same as we
You were loved
as the baby,
as the only son,
as only you can be.
Chubby and cheeky,
Many stories we could seek...
...horses, tires, batteries, creeks...
for on this day, Joe became a baby forever.

On this day, he became a brother forever
To three sisters, oh, so unique.
They love him for being
the baby,
the only son,
their only brother.
Much kidding, ribbing, joking he did receive...
Wait! Don't feel sorry for him yet,
For he, though young, was already a pro
at poking fun, laughing at us...and with us.

On this day, he began the journey to the man he is...
A dad,
A friend,
A supporter,
Yes, still, a brother...and a baby...(!).
Through the years, heartache and loss.
Through the years, gain and adventures to cross,
A mini-Wilford with a dash of Ollie thrown in,
With three sisters,
Loving him,
Guiding him,
Yes, one bossing him...or two...or three!

On this day, he is 47.
47!
Then, how old is the other three!?

Did I digress? After all, this is about Joe Friel,
Who to us is so real,
Who likes to arrive and enjoy my meals,
Who, always looking for a deal,
To us...has so much appeal.

Happy birthday you!
Very proud of the baby...the brother...the man
Joe Pill is.