Suddenly, his shoulders got a lot wider,
the way they did when he was little
and thought he was big.
His half smile remains, though the
innocence has been shooed away from it
And his arms can fit all the way around me.
He's lanky now,
And I miss how chubby he was.
He's sure now,
And I miss how clumsy he was.
He's handsome now,
And I miss hoe cute he was, that sparkle in his eye
He wouldn't be caught dead out of style and has
found a shortcut around the ladies.
Surely, my brother
the teenager was grown up enough.
And strange tears well as I think of us when we were small
The two musketeers
The two amigos
The two ducklings
I am not his mother
I cannot let him go
And I don't look forward to my brother,