My Brother≪3 Poem by Anushka Arora

The first time I met him
I was 5 years old
His head was as bare as the body of a new born gerbil
His eyes were big and brown and stared back at me
I thought I was looking into the eyes of a puppy
His face was as bright as the sunrise on a May morning
When the morning mist has cleared and I can see olive green leaves
On the sleeping TREES
His miniature hands reached out, clutching the ends of my chestnut hair
Yanking each strand......
His small fingers and little toes were still pinkish
Sensitive to the touch of caring hands
His mouth made soft gurgling sounds
And little bubbles formed on the edge of his lips
Still miss that sight
Still miss that night
Where he holded my fingers tight......

ANUSHKA ARORA