For Patrick

For my big brother's birthday, I thought to write him a poem. As I post this, I'm reminded of a New Yorker cartoon, in which Shakespeare is sitting with a very unenthusiastic-looking woman. The caption reads, "Gee thanks, another sonnet." 


For Patrick


That time at the pool party

some mean kid held me

under the water

on purpose,

I was scared, 


when you grabbed me, 

swiftly pulled me up

to the air.


I remember

lying on the wet cement, 

possibly after being chest-pumped, 

at least coughing water, 



You saved me.


My big brother, 

the alpha sibling, 

you’ve always been

looking out for me. 


From my first day,

on earth

I’ve adored you.

But as my

actual hero



I still revere you.

Sarah Burns