Big Brother

May 14, 2011
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!

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kaykay101 said...
May 20, 2011 at 11:03 am
great job on this! i know how you feel
Shade925 said...
May 19, 2011 at 6:44 pm
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 said...
May 19, 2011 at 3:37 pm
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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