First Born

You came first with your dark saucer eyes missing nothing. Your were promised a gift from Mom and Dad on my birth. You took one look at me and asked, "Where's my toothbrush?" It was the last of your selfishness concerning me. You were generous with your clothes, your money, your humor, your support, your love. You were my first idol, my lifelong friend, laughing at my eccentricities, eternally protecting me from anyone who might laugh. You came first, but disavowed it in the end. When I'd tease that you'd always be older, You quicklly quipped, "Not any more." You left first, Too soon, So missed. Wait for me. I'll bring a toothbrush.