Big Brother

May 14, 2011
By hot.poet123 BRONZE, Houston, Texas
hot.poet123 BRONZE, Houston, Texas
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He’s older and bolder,
And I’m a whole lot shorter,
His brown hair is straight,
His temper is shorter than an eye lash.

We look nothing alike,
As we bicker and fight,
I know that not one word that is said is true,
Our parents don’t have a clue.

He’s sixteen now,
I miss the days when we would ‘moo’ like cows,
Driving around in his ford pick- up truck,
It seems that he has all the luck.

Our time of living in the same house is almost up,
I know that as he packs his stuff,
I will be sitting in my room crying,
I don’t want to lose him.

He is my idol,
I love my brother,
Shhhh, I want it to be a surprise!

The author's comments:
I love my brother; I know we fight a lot, but I look up to him.

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This article has 3 comments.

on May. 20 2011 at 11:03 am
kaykay101 PLATINUM, Arundel, Maine
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great job on this! i know how you feel

on May. 19 2011 at 6:44 pm
Shade925 SILVER, Pinecrest, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not easy, it is what you do with it that makes you, you

This is a great poem and very true. I was a lot younger when my brother left but I always miss the times I remember having with him.

ManaMay GOLD said...
on May. 19 2011 at 3:37 pm
ManaMay GOLD, Port Huron, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
** We are heroes with a thousand faces**
*I swim for brighter days despite the absence of sun*

this is a good poem :) i have a older brother who just turned 18 and i know exactly how you feel :)


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