On the morning you were brought into this world
I was sitting in our aunt's kitchen
thinking: Mom and Dad wont want me anymore
Your tiny body was the newest addition
to my doll collection
And I vowed to be the best big sister
Then proceeded to hate you for the next eleven years
Looking back I realize that my rage was
founded in jealousy
For our parents attention
For our brothers' companionship
For your sunny disposition
when I had discovered depression
at the tender age of nine
And now you're fourteen
and I long for those lost days
when you would tuck yourself under my arm
and say that sometimes
I was a better mom than Mom
You're too big to call little
Nearly six feet tall and I am still
jealous of your sunny disposition
And the attention your get from our parents
And the way they call you son
I am making a new vow
You're still my baby brother
and now matter how close you get
to becoming a giant
I promise
that I will be the best tiny big brother
and I will always be there
to keep you safe
