December 1st this year would have been T.C's 21st birthday. Now, I don't drink and 21 is mostly known for finally being able to legally drink alcohol but I wanted to remember my brother for his 21st birthday with a poem I wrote about him. This is just how I knew T. and miss his great personality! So T, here's to you!
A baby boy, to a strong young man
created by the Father's hand.
He came to earth with no limit to imagination,
dreamed of his own kind of creation.
With "what if"s and "wouldn't it be cool"
A drive to learn but only sometimes to in school.
Bright blue eyes full of hope and love for all
He'd stand by you so brave and tall.
His might hands would work, that loved to play
And still served others day by day
Rode horses, fixed trucks, there was usually fire
Danger and dirt roads were adventure of desire
His hugs, smile, and humor could fix your day in the blink of an eye.
A shoulder to lean on when you needed to cry.
He wouldn't turn you away cause of how you look or who you are
Not even if you took the remote or gave him a scar.
Jokes and magic were a passion he started young
mischief and traps over every door hung.
With spot lights, black lights, and a strobe light
Took bedroom raves to an all new height.
Spray paint and duct tape used to fix his truck
Out four-wheeling and getting stuck was just his luck.
Wasn't the most popular or considered the coolest in the crowd
But he didn't care, if you accepted him as a friend you'd be proud.
Didn't always like school, unless he got to make things explode.
If you sat by him in class you were bound to laugh a load.
Remembered as a friend, son, and brother
So unique, he was unlike any other.
Blessed to have known this inspiring young man
Who taught us to be as loving as we can.
17 years, his story's not over or complete
he lives on in our hearts, until again we meet.
A strong young man, funny, and clever
Thomas Curt Mayberry, we love you forever!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY T!