Such a privilege to have
older brothers; one to be
mischievous, one to teach
drying off of tears, one to
lend a hand to, one to scold,
one to go to for sympathy
It is like a teacher standing
next to me who appreciates
when my legs are too short
to reach, affectionately picks
me up and lends a hand
without a second thought
Shows me how big the
whole World is, laughing
at attempts to cover up
embarrassment, dislikes
my enemies as his own,
allows me to fight his
An older brother is the
World in a younger sibling’s
eyes, the blessing of his
approbation a paradise,
his presence the protection
and security I need until I
am strong enough to tackle
problems of my own!
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-02-26-picks-me-up/
