Arlene Corwin Poetry

We weren’t awfully close,

You far away in Hollywood,

I, far up north in Sweden.

But our soft sibling emotion

Never dwindled, for

We loved each other dearly,

Maybe more than siblings dwelling near,

And so, each wrinkling year,

When February fifteen comes around

(one day post-Valentine)

It’s effortless to love-propound

Through past and present anodyne

What’s lived no more, consigned

To storied history,

A morning, mourning benediction:

Happy Birthday, brother true.

I’ll always miss you

Just a bit,

Whenever I can think of it –

Like at this moment.

^{Happy Birthday Dear Departed Brother 2.15.2017}

^{Birthday Book;}

^{Arlene Corwin}