My Big Brother Taught Me
Before I could walk, he took me by the hand,
encouraged my steps and watched me land.
I was his brother he would never possess,
with long blond curls and a frilly dress.
He taught me to climb trees as soon as I could run,
took me frog hunting and to shoot a gun.
Took me to the barn loft to jump in hay,
always taught me to have fun everyday.
As we both age in years, he teaches me,
whether or not he knows how much I see.
I recall the songs his voice use to sing,
the smiles of happiness he use to bring.
Divided by miles he still teaches me,
for the love he shows is his guarantee.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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