Baby Brother

The last time that I saw my baby brother

He insisted on a hug & not a handshake

If I would have known what was to come

I’d have hugged him for days,

When people pass on

one of the hardest things, is thinking back 

on our mistakes, what we left unsaid, undone

I know it as well as anyone

By: J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)

Husband. Father. Writer/Independent Journalist/Poet. Artist,all around creative soul. I reside in Southern Idaho with my wife & son. View all posts by J.N.R Dutton (aka The Poet)