Not to Live Without

March 21, 2016

Look, how much you've grown

I remember you reaching up with your small chubby arms

Now I have to look up to you

My baby brother

So sweet you've grown

I could not live without your laugh,

your smile,

your face

Your hair once golden has now become like mine dark and thick

Live strong baby brother

Live for me and live for you

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