Fist of My Brother

My tiny eyes shed tears, Sometimes of pain and many fears, You threw a mean punch and I learned to duck, But in all those fights I learned to kick, Like a stubborn angry baby mule, And with speed I ran a mile. My tiny lips smiled, And I knew I was loved, The bullies held back, Lest you break their backs, Fist of my brother you had my back, Even when I feared the dark. Sometimes I wanted to hit you so hard, But my fist to you was a soft sponge, You felt no pain so you took my beatings, With your courage I saw me thriving, Fist of my brother I love you still, Even though my own fist has become steel.