A Poem for Jay

More practice in the minute form, for the poetry contest. This poem is about my brother.

I held you in my arms June 8th
The world awake.
Shining quite bright
hospital lights...

And the world was awaiting you
So sweet and new
Soft to the touch
didn't weigh much

I love you my little brother.
And I wonder
If you ever knew
how much I do.


The minute form:
3 stanzas composed of the syllable arrangement of (8444 8444 8444) in iambic pentameter (aabb ccdd eeff)