At ten months old, you learned to walk.
You took three steps towards me
Then fell flat and started crying.
It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.
At one year old, you learned to talk.
But the only thing you'd say was my name.
You babbled it for hours on end without rest
And it was annoying as Hell. I loved it.
At three years old, you learned to hide.
I stepped up and took the blows
That would've been aimed at you.
You were okay, so I didn't mind.
At twelve years old, you learned to bleed
Helplessly in my arms. "Just a scratch,"
He said, but you wound up in the ICU.
I thought we'd lost you, but you pulled through.
At seventeen, you learned to run.
You took off on my watch and and Dad found out.
The bruises took months to fade away.
But we found you, safe, and I didn't care.
Nineteen came and you left for school.
Dad told you to stay gone,
And I drove you to the bus stop.
It hurt so bad, I couldn't speak.
You were twenty-two when I saw you again.
You were so happy, and I was afraid
That you might not come back to me.
But you did, and she died. I'm sorry.
Now we're here. You're twenty-three
And dying in my arms.
I can fix this. I can save you.
Just hold on, little brother.
Oh, God. Sam?
Hello, my darlings. After a wonderful week of tests, studying, and mental breakdowns, (sarcasm alert for those of you who, like me, struggle with identifying sarcasm) I have absolutely nothing for my other stories. *Sigh*
I wrote this little poem while bored in Biology. I'm by no means an exceptional poet, but I do hope that you enjoyed it.
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