Where Did My Brother Go Poem by Francie Lynch

Where did my brother go?
He never shared his coat with me
When I was cold,
But so was he.
He didn't have much, you see,
He hopes that he can live for free.
He has no phone and no TV,
He has no means to e-mail me.
He is Waldo, find him please,
Call me if you spot him.
I'd like to get to know him.
But I will not enter there,
In his lair near the bones
And genie bottles he has thrown.
Yes, he did drink my tea,
To appease he ate my bread
And stitched his clothes
With invisible thread.
Let me know
If you find him dead,
I'll share the grief
And kiss his head.