Anthony
​By: Andrew Miller

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