In days of young and past,
he shone bright with his smile.
In those times, he knew not,
of what was to come in a while.

He was happy and curious,
as all young children are.
Though the extent of that,
followed with a permanent scar.

Being the youngest of five,
left a lot to live up to.
Each of us would pick on him,
less and less as he grew.

Still, the teasing remained,
from society and his peers.
So many long nights spent,
cold and alone, in tears.

He lives with a burden,
and grew up in neglect.
But if you were to meet him,
he's one you wouldn't forget.

He has accepted himself,
loving the person he is.
I know that he can see,
that he's one of life's gifts.

He has put aside his shame,
and embraces his style.
This tried soldier of mine,
has come many weary miles.

He has faced many challenges,
standing strong and true.
My dearest little brother,
this soldier of mine, is you.