Eight years old With the whole world at your feet, But already I see the amazing woman That you will become when you're older, I am proud to be a part of that. Blue eyes, Blonde hair, The biggest smile that warms the pain in my heart Whenever I come to see you. Your mother's smile, Your father's height, But you will have your brother's humour, I will personally make sure of that!
You seem too far away and I hate it, But I know you'll always love me, As I will always love you. When you were born I remember being the jealous ex youngest child But then when you started smiling and I held you For the first time, I felt like the happiest big brother alive. I was yours. **Your big brother.
This poem is dedicated to my amazing little sister Gracie. I feel so blessed and lucky to have her in my life. We may argue and fall out, but I wouldn't trade her for anything.