Little Brother


Your arms encompass me,

a set of brackets around my body.

You shock me with your strength,

the fierceness of your grip,

the gentleness with which

you stroke my back, twice.


Little brother, who taught you to grow so tall?


It was always I to catch you when you'd fall,

now you lift me as if I'm a feather.


Little brother, you used to be so small.

The End

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