From O to Yo

Happy birthday to my guitar loving, long haired pesky friend and brother! :)

I have in my mind,
A little picture frame,
Through which peers,
A briliant bright smile.

I store in my heart,
A little music box,
Through which I hear,
Melodies for miles.

I carry with me,
The melody and smile,
Everywhere that I go.
A part of a friend,
Who stands by me,
And shall always, I trust and know.

A silky wave, that's his hair.
An earring that adds to the dimple.
As good as gold, my dear friend's,
As clean and clear as crystal.

His silly pranks amuse me a lot.
The strumming warms my heart.
And just when you think he's all grown up,
He'll go right back to the start.

I chide him no end to chop off his mane.
It curtains his sense of hearing.
But finally I think I'll let him go,
And leave him to his youth and growing.

I may not be the perfect friend,
But you're the best a friend can have.
So a gift to you, my friend my bro,
Is this little poem,From 'O to Yo'.