Matthew
Matthew, Beautiful with his hazle, brown, green, eyes.
He has been a favorite of the ladies since my mom brought him home.
The darkness of the brown in his skin, but the light in to, is so raidient.
He can make one laugh, like no one else.
He's ten, but man he can act like a little old man that has gone through life.
He try's to boss me, ha! that little reble.
Somtimes I feel like I'm a bad example For him.
I wonder if he loves me, I know he does, but I just wonder sometimes.
My baby brother he will always be, and I will love, even when he hates me.
He will suceed, for sure.
Baby brother I love you.
Please love me.
Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009
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