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Grown
I remember
the tiny pink feet,
the wispy brown curls,
and crimson lips,
glistening with drool.
I remember
his gurgling laugh
as he would balance on baby legs
and toddle into my kindergarten arms.
In his innocent eyes
that look into my heart,
even still,
I see my baby brother,
and now-
my best friend.
Now I watch him
when he doesn't realize
as he endlessly runs on muscular legs
and shoots basketball for hours.
I inspect his proudly-worn bruises
his battle scars
that result from being a boy.
When I hug him goodnight
in the small slice of time
where he is standing still
I hold his nearly teenage body
and wonder where my baby has gone.
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