Sometimes I wish I had another. In our situation, I cry and bawl, but it doesn’t matter, ‘cause you’re my brother.
From all the violent outbursts at mother to a peaceful and therapeutic phone call, sometimes I wish I had another.
When you’re sick I see and feel one color. Screaming in your dreams, I hear it all, but it doesn’t matter, ‘cause you’re my brother.
How long are you hospitalized? I count the number, acting like nothing’s wrong.I continue to stall. Sometimes I wish I had another.
Desperately I pray for you to recover cause I know I can’t catch you when you fall, but it doesn’t matter, ‘cause you’re my brother.
I assume you know we need each other. Please don’t leave;I need you for the long haul. Sometimes I wish I had another, but it doesn’t matter, you’re my brother.
Poetry
"My brother when I was 14 was admitted to a mental hospital for a few months and it severely effected me, so this poem is about my changing and emotional relationship with him" --Andrew Miller from Iowa City Regina Junior/Senior High School
