Brotherly Love
It’s funny what a picture can say,
When you look real deep and watch them lay,
Closer than they have ever been,
How to describe and where to begin,
The start of their destiny,
Two little angels, happy and carefree,
The oldest awake and taken it in,
His little face glistening.
For the first time he is not the only one,
Mom brought new life, another son,
In his eyes he’s proud and filled with bliss,
I am sure there is only one thing he will miss,
Getting all the attention, all of the time,
Sharing his parents love, at times won’t be fine,
But as they grow, they will have such a bond
A journey through life like two little swans
Tending to one another’s needs
But also sometimes needing the oldest to lead,
With no doubt when there in school,
the oldest one will always be cool,
If anyone ever tries to make the little one look like a fool,
He will be protected, that’s the brotherly rule,
The little one always watching and tagging along,
Looking up to his brother, who will always appear to be strong,
They may fight with each other,
But God forbid, someone messes with that little kid,
The hero role will consume the oldest child,
Fire will spark and he will become quit wild,
They will go through so many stages,
Write so many pages,
In their childhood series
It will make moms eyes teary,
As they get older the lessons they learn,
Will keep their hearts turned,
To one another forever,
no matter the weather,
No one will break that,
They cannot fake that,
It all starts with a picture and a smile,
The innocence and joy of being a child.
By: Sabina
4/30/11
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