Dear Big Brother!

Author: Dushime Yabes

This writing seems so precise,

Because all you are has no price,

Even if I tossed my luckiest dice,

And borrowed from the bankers thrice,

It would never buy you what's ought to be so nice.

Man, you're so sour,

Not because it's your unhappy hour,

But for me to take my shower,

And yet in so much despair,

You know very well where to repair.

Fights to bring out my light,

You've never stopped me from doing what's right,

For you showed me growth isn't just height,

But rather seeking insight,

Even though you feel it's alright.

You are not one of the angels;

I remember all your inaccurate angles,

But neither are you a devil,

Because truth is never your rival,

But a weapon of survival.

Yes, I made you cry,

But you still wished me to fly,

At times I could fail to even comply,

And yet you always knew how right to reply;

This can't be,

I will ask mom if you never fell from the sky.

Right now, I might not make it up to you,

But I am promising this to you,

That you will no longer make all things up to you,

Even if it is to die with you,

I'm so sure heaven won't reject you,

And then I will whisper to angels that;

I am your little bro.

~ D. O Yabesi.