Little brother…
Yesterday you were only
three feet tall,
or so it seems.
Always hanging
at my heels,
always underfoot.
No more do I hear
“What are you doing?”
“Can I come?”
Back then, the answer
was usually “NO!”
But the privacy and
solitude I craved
so long ago,
is not as sweet
as perceived.
And the answer is
no longer “No”.
Our time together
is now too few
and far between.
Just know I am
out there, thinking
of you with immense
pride that you are
my
little
brother.
A Thousand Miles from Kansas 
4 responses to “Little Brother”
The honor is mine big brother!!
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I wanna join your family!!!
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You have!
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Chur bro
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