Brothers - Poem by Moh Ishu
We're made for each other
And forever sure we'll be—
‘Cause once we've come together
You sparkle up life for me.
Things you've done to make me freak,
Things of mine you'd tug;
But when I'm found cold and weak,
You'd wrap me with your big warm hug.
And when on either cheek ran tears
When things failed to cooperate—
You calmed down my fears and wiped away those tears,
And sat beside till late.
Remember do I of our pillow fights,
Till the last feather flew.
And remember still of our plight,
When the elders' wrath grew.
But when the wrath between us grew,
One picked a stick, the other a scale—
On each other, the welts we drew,
Is now nothing but a funny tale.
I guess that's why there are brothers,
Someone to share our secrets,
At times playing roles of fathers,
During those times of distress.
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