My Brother

If you were to look

At my brother

You wouldn't see

Anything wrong

He is happy

And smiling right now

Just like any

Other boy

As I sit

Here and write this

He sits at

The kitchen table

Complaining about

All his homework

Listening to music

Our life seems fine

Sometimes it is

Until it comes back

Then everyting changes

It makes us so sad

It might not be cancer

But doctors can treat it

In some of the same ways

The pain is the same

He can't play what he loves  

Like basketball

Or hockey

Or baseball

Or whatever sport

The season calls for

Instead he sits

Inside being careful

Because he must

Or he will be hurt

Or else he sits

Somewhere else

Not at the table

Whining about homework

He sits in a place

Far away

45 minutes

On the better days

At Loyola Hospital

He sits in a room

Bored to the limit

Longing so much

For basketball

Or hockey

Or baseball

Or whatever sport

The season calls for

Longing even for school

Though he whines

Right now

I just turned to him

And said be quiet

Because when he's in

The hospital

There's no one I

Can say it to

I miss him so much

When he is not here

It makes my heart

Break and shatter

To see how he longs

For basketball

Or hockey

Or baseball

Or whatever sport

The season calls for

I just wish I

Could do someting to help

But I can't

Or maybe I can

I can get people involved

I can raise awareness

Of this disease

Called Evans Syndrome

Look it up some time

You will find

Why when it hurts my brother

It affcts me

Now I am thinking

What can I do

How I can help him

It drives me insane

That he lies in the hospital

Helpless and depressed

I can't do anything

Or can I?

I can tell people

About Evans Syndrome

I will try

I really will

And now he is calling

From the kitchen table

"Come help me with

My math homework"

I sigh and stand up

Because every day

I am very greatful

To have an annoying

Little brother

To call me from

The kitchen table

Every night