You were like spring,
A season that blooms with new beginnings,
Where our backyard of dead trees
Flourish into new leaves,
A season where the grey skies
Turn into lighter, bluer ones;
Where the bare fields
Transform into a beautiful, more colorful landscape.
You were a warm, familiar breath of air
That replaced
The cold, harsh winter.
You were like the birds with red and blue feathers
That ate from our bird feeder
That hung by the back porch.
You were the little boy that was born
With color
Into a world of black a white,
The one with stars in your eyes
And mischief in your toothy grin.
You were the sun
That everyone orbited around,
The light
That everyone absorbed,
The new hope
That everyone believed in.
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This poem is dedicated to my spirited, intelligent, and amazing little brother. I love you, Maxwell. I can't wait to see how you grow up to be, and I will always enjoy playing cars and planes with you, running around the house to race each other, watching Paw Patrol and reading you bedtime stories while you clutched your grey and blue blanket, pointing out the pictures with your chubby little fingers.
// question://
What would be the 3 top things you would want to do before you die?
//answer://
Find a career in journaling, have a family, and fall in love.
Put your answer in the comments!! (I know my answers are typical, but they have always been my dreams and goals ever since I was little- especially to be a mom.)
