You remember when they first brought him home,
Wrapped in a blanket; all small and warm.
You remember when he smiled his first smile,
His rosy face smiling up at yours.
You first bike, the Little League games, the stray pup.
You remember when he started high school,
The advice you gave him, trying to be cool.
Now, you remember, he's almost grown.
Now big sister, he's on his own.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
~blackrose~
Zoe J.
Kumang
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