Thank you

I want to thank you for raising me.
I know you could have pushed me to the side,

And did things like all the other kids did. 

I want to thank you for practicing wrestling moves on me.

It taught me how to defend myself. 

That's why the streets didn't conquer me.

I want to thank you stepping in and taking moms place,

When I was scared and had nightmares.

You were always there to fight off my demons.

I want to thank you for teaching me, 

How to open our hidden Christmas presents,

And wrapping them back up,

Without mom knowing we did.

I want to thank you for loving me unconditionally.

When I was sure no one else would.

You were always there when I felt lost and alone.

I want to thank you for standing between Dad and me. 

And taking a punch in the face. 

Sporting a bloody grin as your teeth slid across the floor.

I want to thank you for being so ornery. 

It made life fun and interesting. 

And gave me a bark along with my bite.

I want to thank you for all the times I wanted to die, 

But you demanded that I live.

You never gave up on me.

I want to thank you for telling me when I was wrong,

Instead of looking the other way. 

I learned accountability was mandatory.

I want to thank you for your big brother hugs,

When life felt too heavy, 

And every breath felt overwhelming. 

I want to thank you for not only being my brother, 

But also being my parent, teacher, hero and friend. 

Lessons in old school, morals and values. 

I want to thank you for all the laughter you gave me.

On my good and bad days. 

With it we got through all life's speed bumps.

Big brother thank you for all you taught me.

I love and miss you. 

I'll see you again one day.

   L. Mack

      3/27/24