Little Big Brother Poem by Kim Schilling

He looked like most other baby boys
Ten fingers, ten toes and a perfect nose,
But he was given only days to live,
So cherished and doted upon he was.

Against all odds he came home to grow.
Far behind the others he did slowly follow,
never quite catching up to expectations,
yet exceeding where so many tend to fail.

With eyes as blue and wide as the ocean,
and thick wavy hair blacker than night,
the permanent smile he wears melts all;
for he knows only kind and gracious words.

So gentle in spirit, unaware of his shortcomings,
easy prey for those who targeted the weaker.
A vicious sister, am I, coming to his defense,
as there is no rivalry, only admiration there.

My brother Gerry is six years older than I,
and we’re aging quickly as the years go by.
Amazingly so much has changed in my smile,
yet my brother’s remains so inspiring always.