Little Brother - a poem
I walk in the door
And there he is
his fur is white and soft
ears like butterfly wings
Jumping up and down
His little bottom wiggling
tail following
So happy to see me
Loving me unconditionally
Waiting for me to pick him up
I call him my little baby
Rocking him in my arms
He tolerates it, not caring a whole lot
Just wanting to be loved
I talk to him, asking him questions
Acting as if he will respond
On day, I consult him on my outfit
“Is it the right color, does it look okay, are you sure?
Sitting on my bed, he looks at me; his head tilts to one side
Looking confused, not sure what I am asking him
I try again, “Does this look okay?”
His head tilts to the other side, still not sure what to do.
Defeated he flops his body down, lying on his tummy.
He sighs and rests his head on his paws
I turn around, starring at my packed closet, thinking I will never find the perfect outfit
I ponder out loud, wondering how it is possible to have so many clothes and nothing to wear.
I turn around wanting to see what his response will be.
Expecting him to be sitting, eagerly hanging on every word,
Waiting to give me the answer to one of the life’s greatest mysteries
Instead, he is curled up in a ball asleep!
He’s in tune with me
Laying with me when I am sad and crying
Listening to my heartache
Licking my face, as if he is saying
It will be okay.
Other times, I reveal my secrets to him
Telling him things I have not told anyone
Sharing my desires, dreams
And the things I long for
He’s not always the perfect little angel I like to think he is
One day, while reading a book
My bookmark resting on my lap
He innocently jumps on my bed
Absorbed in my book not paying attention
He grabs my bookmark and runs
Jumping off my bed, yelling his name,
He is in the living room
Waiting for me
The bookmark in his mouth
The purple tassel, hanging down.
I take the first step,
And we begin our dance
Around the coffee table
When I go to meet a friend for coffee
I feel guilty
He follows me around while I get ready
I tell him that I will be back soon, and he will be okay
He looks so sad and lonely
My heart feels torn
I can’t leave him
Maybe I should stay home
I imagine it is how a mother feels
When she leaves her child to go out
Or that first day of school
I finally come to my senses
Telling myself he is a dog, and will be fine
He is home by himself all the time
I put my coat out and head for the door.
Good bye little brother, I love you,
I will be back soon
And I know he will be waiting!
And there he is
his fur is white and soft
ears like butterfly wings
Jumping up and down
His little bottom wiggling
tail following
So happy to see me
Loving me unconditionally
Waiting for me to pick him up
I call him my little baby
Rocking him in my arms
He tolerates it, not caring a whole lot
Just wanting to be loved
I talk to him, asking him questions
Acting as if he will respond
On day, I consult him on my outfit
“Is it the right color, does it look okay, are you sure?
Sitting on my bed, he looks at me; his head tilts to one side
Looking confused, not sure what I am asking him
I try again, “Does this look okay?”
His head tilts to the other side, still not sure what to do.
Defeated he flops his body down, lying on his tummy.
He sighs and rests his head on his paws
I turn around, starring at my packed closet, thinking I will never find the perfect outfit
I ponder out loud, wondering how it is possible to have so many clothes and nothing to wear.
I turn around wanting to see what his response will be.
Expecting him to be sitting, eagerly hanging on every word,
Waiting to give me the answer to one of the life’s greatest mysteries
Instead, he is curled up in a ball asleep!
He’s in tune with me
Laying with me when I am sad and crying
Listening to my heartache
Licking my face, as if he is saying
It will be okay.
Other times, I reveal my secrets to him
Telling him things I have not told anyone
Sharing my desires, dreams
And the things I long for
He’s not always the perfect little angel I like to think he is
One day, while reading a book
My bookmark resting on my lap
He innocently jumps on my bed
Absorbed in my book not paying attention
He grabs my bookmark and runs
Jumping off my bed, yelling his name,
He is in the living room
Waiting for me
The bookmark in his mouth
The purple tassel, hanging down.
I take the first step,
And we begin our dance
Around the coffee table
When I go to meet a friend for coffee
I feel guilty
He follows me around while I get ready
I tell him that I will be back soon, and he will be okay
He looks so sad and lonely
My heart feels torn
I can’t leave him
Maybe I should stay home
I imagine it is how a mother feels
When she leaves her child to go out
Or that first day of school
I finally come to my senses
Telling myself he is a dog, and will be fine
He is home by himself all the time
I put my coat out and head for the door.
Good bye little brother, I love you,
I will be back soon
And I know he will be waiting!