he is young, innocent, only 7 years old
my brother's feet rarely touch the ground
running, kicking, exploring
there's always something new with him
he shares
small facts, bad jokes, big ideas that
i can't believe were crafted by someone so small

he's growing up
soon he'll be
running off with friends leaving his
childhood toys behind
bringing home a girlfriend forgetting the whole
girls have cooties thing
wearing his cap and gown
waving,
waving at our family as
he begins life on his own

it's sad
bittersweet because
i wish he could stay
my little baby brother forever