My Little Brother Poem by Manaal Shams

He was born yesterday
I was happy as a bluejay!
Waiting impatiently to make him play
To make him jump on the bed
Until it creaks
To pull his little, chubby cheeks
At the tug of my skirt, I look below
I find none other than my little fellow
He walks with a tumble
Every five minutes
But that's how he learns and he likes it
He runs at top speed
He hit me and my hand bleeds
But I like it, he is my brother
The one I like than any other
I laugh when he hits me
I pat him if he pinches me
I always have to do that
Because I am his big sister
I love my little brother.