Ode to Brother Dearest
The first sight was like a Christmas morning;
Watching the tiny fingers clutching and the toothless grin.
The presence of something so precious and natural,
Happiness was radiating at its rawest.
Witnessing the first laugh, step and word;
Magic on Earth, it was.
Observing the effects of gravity
And marveling at the curious expressions that followed.
The tears and wails
Were a bare announcement of sorrow.
After Mom’s soothing sounds were heard,
The crying ceased as the trust in his heart grew .
The beginning of the endless retorts astonished me.
Knowing he has his own thoughts,
His own ideas and feelings.
He is life in the simplest, yet most complex form.
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