My earliest recollections of us were shoving matches started by you
But me being me, I never backed down
As we grew the shoving became poundings on each other
Dad would always pull us apart with a frown
As we grew older they became arguments about whatever
Even something as little as It's a verb..No it's a noun
Being younger and smaller than you I usually lost
I'd take the bruises and words as I fought back
But never giving up an inch no matter the cost
Now I sit sadly thinking back
Crying the feelings that I never could show
No matter what our differences
You were still my Big Bro
Remembering the times that someone would hurt me
And Big Bro would hunt them down
The times I baked in my easy bake oven
And you'd scarf it down even though it was really really dark brown
The time you held me when dad died
As I cried nonstop as you almost drown
You never knew, But mom told me
The day I was brought home into the fold
Though only 4 you called me Princess
As you looked upon me and reached in to hug me and embrace me with your hold
Though I never said them to you because of pride
those 3 words I hope you knew were felt
As I will always regret having held them inside
I LOVE YOU Big Bro
