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(This is a poetry gift written for a 13-year-old boy and presented by his sister.)

TO TIMOTHY

Pushing my way to see you,
“Excuse me,” as I shoved past,
“I need to see my baby brother!”
And there you were at last!

When you were at that pesky stage
And would follow me wherever I went,
I wished that I had held your hand
And told you what your love really meant.

Later going to the movies or going to the beach
And sharing fortresses in the sand,
We played and laughed – I saw you
As the most generous in all the land.

You like to skateboard often
Or listen to Lincoln Park,
And I have things I like to do,
Sometimes when you’re in bed, after dark.

But you and I have our adventures,
Sharing laughter, getting rid of strife,
Thank goodness you’ll be my little brother
For the rest of my whole life.