POEM


                                      

My little brother

My little brother

You mean a lot to me

Right after my mother

Your existence is like a piece of art

With a swift of paintbrush

You create a line of heart

I can tell when you’re angry

And when your frown is upside down

You seem to get a lot cranky

When all that surrounds you

Is hopeless and sorrow

I can tell when you’re trying

To swallow your faults and fears

But in the outside know that you’re shining

I can see when you start to fade away

And everything looks so gray

Hold on don’t worry

You’re strong as a tide

And unique as glory

Without you I’m useless

You make my life fun

Like a jeopardy game when I’m quite clueless

While we play outside near the bright sun