New Poem Day # 7...

To help celebrate my wife's birthday, here's a poem from a past birthday gone horribly wrong:

It’s his party

The day before my brother’s
thirteenth birthday, I threw
a stick at him while playing
in the woods.  The stick
hit him right in the eye,
and we had to rush him
to the hospital.  He came
home with a huge patch
covering his left eyeball.
The next day when all
his friends came over for
his party, Mom had to
make everyone think it was
pirate-themed just to
keep my brother from crying.