Happy Birthday,

Little Bro

He’s an interesting person, steady as the Rock

Full of contradictions, dependable as the clock.

Unshakable in his beliefs; no middle of t he road,

He’s a black and white kind of guy, I’m told.

A private person who doesn’t always share.

Hard to know what he thinks; does he care?

Yet at a party or socially engaged

He acts as if he’s comfortable on stage.

He can be selfish and humble and stone faced too.

No matter the subject don’t tell him what to do!

And then there is his Papa self,

Loving and playful, an oversized elf.

Ask the women in his life, and there’s a lot.

“Dear”, “Papa” ‘Dad” and little “Bro”

We all love you so.

And me? Well, I get the last word.

I think there is still much you’ve not heard

Did I mention he’s an artist? A builder, a great salesman?

Did I tell you how much time we spend laughing?

He can cook a mean stir-fry (stay out of the kitchen!)

His talents are many, so many I gave up the rhyme

Happy Birthday, Bro. Only one year to go

For the big one.