My youngest brother Brent, or “Brentia” as we used to call him back when we pretended he was a baby sister, was one of only three friends who participated in my first annual “Guess the Arrival Time of the Comcast Cable Installer and Win a Poem in Your Honor” contest.
Amazingly, having given us a window of between 5 and 7 on Saturday evening the cable guy rang our doorbell at 5 p.m., and while none of my guessers came very close to being correct, Brent’s prediction of 6:45 p.m. beat out the others. Brent, I hope you enjoy your poem. I wrote it from the heart. 😉
“Brent’s Poem”
Hey, baby brother
You didn’t know,
but this is true
when you were born
I wasn’t crazy about you.
I was seven;
you were a pain,
too cute for words
while i was plain,
but you grew on me
as the years went by
like moss or mildew
you’re a real fungi.
Love you little brother!
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 
sounds like a typical older sister 🙂 can’t figure if the poem or the gorgeous photos are nicest! the elegance of the white mushrooms and the blue ones is mesmerizing!
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I believe those are all from Australia. They are gorgeous, aren’t they?
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amazing, they look like (nice) aliens!
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Yes! Aliens!
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Rather lovely methinks
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Thank you. I’m waiting to hear what little brother thinks. Silence might not be so golden in this case.
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Those fungi are so beautiful.
Sigh, beaten out by 1 minute and a little brother. Just Typical! 🙂
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😉
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