Linda Engwall

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My Little Brother

You didn’t come into my life
Not in the ordinary way at least
No biology here
My brother

We didn’t grow up together
Nor do we see each most days
Living miles apart still

Despite it all or
Just that I have figured out
That you are my dear brother
Are just a rare human being
And it has nothing to do
With family biology
It is all you

Either way it doesn’t hold much significance
Lucky I get to be just one of your five sisters

I am very glad you are a part of my family
My brother Ed
I will always love you
And hope you will let me be
Just another one of your five sisters

So can I tell you if you
Should you ever need a shoulder to lean on
You know where to find me
I’ll be available always

Happy 40th Birthday, my little brother

Submitted: Monday, May 11, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, May 12, 2009
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