Innocence
Innocence is a trait lost so young these days
It can be lost in so many ways
I was there the day you first entered the world
And I laughed as my fingers you twirled
I witnessed your excitement from the Christmas tree lights
And I was the one with who you had your first sibling fight
Together we ran amok in the candy aisles
Even now I remember all the smiles
I've been so lucky to expierence all the stuff which is so new to you
I hope, Little Brother, that you feel lucky too
We are many years apart
But you are the innocence in my heart