Such a privilege to have <br />older brothers; one to be <br />mischievous, one to teach <br />drying off of tears, one to <br />lend a hand to, one to scold, <br />one to go to for sympathy <br /> <br />It is like a teacher standing <br />next to me who appreciates <br />when my legs are too short <br />to reach, affectionately picks <br />me up and lends a hand <br />without a second thought <br /> <br />Shows me how big the <br />whole World is, laughing <br />at attempts to cover up <br />embarrassment, dislikes <br />my enemies as his own, <br />allows me to fight his <br /> <br />An older brother is the <br />World in a younger sibling’s <br />eyes, the blessing of his <br />approbation a paradise, <br />his presence the protection <br />and security I need until I <br /> <br />am strong enough to tackle <br />problems of my own!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-02-26-picks-me-up/
