Tender fingers, a voice so mild.
Tender thoughts, an innocent flare – your smile.
Bony fingers, cold yet comforting.
To held them brings me light.
Someone to hold onto when I cry,
Someone to hold onto when I smile.
Spontaneous, your jokes and pranks.
I make a little fool of myself to see that glint of a delight.
You are the tiny beautiful thing that has happened to me, dear brother.
Just everything that I wish for in a brother, if I had one.
Petty fights and plenty of love.
Square One 