My Brother George
He doesn't act like normal people.
Nor mature as quickly.
At eleven he still wears diapers
And walks around slowly banging on his chest.
He makes all kinds of weird noises.
He can't hear or see too well.
When anyone talks to him
They have to yell.
Some things he can understand.
Things like "yes" or "no" or "stop."
The one thing he adores is music.
Light music is his favorite.
He is capable of so much love,
Shares anything given to him.
Tries to play with other kids.
He hugs people. Tries to talk.
There is a look of innocence on his face.
I wonder if he wishes he weren't disabled.
I wonder if he knows.