Today is April 14

Planning his birthday

For May

When he won’t be there

And Turnipseed’s daughter is in a play

Will Porp come, or Meghan?

Will it matter?

He won’t be there

And we’ll order appetizers

And beer

He liked Dunkel, once

But now?

The toast, with “car bombs”

Guinness and Baileys

You have to chug it, Mum

Too much

It’s too much

It’s been too much

For 15 years

TJ will come if he can

And Jenny

Tj still hurts

And me, when I look at him

And remember

Their jokes and silliness

The secret language

TJ lets me hug him

He’s kind that way

He stood

In James’ wedding

A brother by another mother

Unable to say his name

In the toast

And James will face-time

He is absent too

But not forever

He will be there

When we need him

And always in our hearts

He is there

With his brother

They will always be together

There