For My Brother

Stolen glances 

Wanting sighs 

I peak through fingers 

He hides his eyes 

 

I start to giggle 

He starts to laugh 

Strange how he's

my other half 

 

Silly faces 

Pointed tongues 

He says I'm old 

I say he's young 

 

Car door chases 

Ice cream delight 

Wipe his face 

Tickle fight 

Dinner gambles 

Movie night

My pick is  wrong 

His pick is right 

 

Monkey legs 

I hold him tight 

Walk up the stairs 

With a night light 

Tucks into bed 

Take off his shoes 

Kiss his head

And say goodnight. 

 

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