Sunday, March 14, 2010

He’s been there

He’s been there
When I was born.
He bit his nails
When I was stubborn.

He’s been there
When I grew up.
He poked me alive
When I didn’t cry hard.

He’s been there
When I made mistakes.
He cleaned up my mess
When I couldn’t stand up.

He’s been there
When I needed someone.
He did care gently
When others ran off.

He is my angel.
He is my other half.
He is my brother.
Oh, I’m glad he’s him.

Beril
11/03/10

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