Little Brother

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As I come into his room

To wake him in the morning

My arms surround him like the soft blanket that he was wrapped in as a baby.

He runs around the house

Singing, dancing

Pretending

I wonder if he knows 

That his hazel eyes

and bright smile

Make my morning every day

And prep me for go time

His jokes that leave me laughing and linger in my mind

Will make me smile in science class

And the love that he has given

Will always be there, flying in me like a bird of peace

An island of paradise

A place of happiness

where I can belong forever

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