Green grasses of summer forever kept in memory Days of old when you and me pretended to be on a ship in the sea When did we move from that place of tranquility safety Here's to childhood Here's to simplicity Here's to the home where you and I ran and sang Here's to the yard where we swung from the tree and where kitty was buried I wish I could look out of my window now and see that yard from that house but instead I see asphalt and you are nowhere around.
–Written back in the late ’90’s when I was single and living in an apartment which overlooked a parking lot.
I hadn’t seen my brother a lot then.
Now we live 700 miles apart. He just came for a surprise visit for my 40th birthday.
Best present I ever received.
Busted Flip Flops 
your poem is so touching and sweetly nostalgic, glad to hear your brother surprised with a visit. just thought i’d visit a bit to ty for liking my story on Sunday, encouragement is always really appreciated.
i hope you have a wonderful day!
Thank you so much for reading! Yes, my brother’s visit was much needed. Funny, I’d written a post about him but hadn’t published it. So glad I didn’t because after he visited there were some mini-rants I’d included in that post that are now null and void. Now it’s due for a re-write.