The Older One

You were barely three,

when taking care of me

became your lifelong responsibility,

you never complained,

when your tiny fragile arms

got tired of carrying me around,

I wasn’t a fat kid then,

but you weren’t strongly built either,

you didn’t fight,

when you were asked

to share your toys with me,

you didn’t flinch,

before hitting someone

who would hurt me;
You have loved me

since the day I was born,

even when we fight,

it’s never for long,

we love each other,

even when we hate it,

and the thought of sharing that love,

doesn’t seem to fit,

you don’t get to choose your family,

but even if I was given a choice,

I would still choose you,

because no one else can

love me like you do.

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