My Little Brother Poem by Silvi Zuria

Tiny and warm,
Small and delicate.
Smooth skin and tiny hands,
Bright brown eyes and black hair.
A small smile appears, and dissolves my whole world.
The tiny hands grip mine tight and the shining eyes warm my very soul.
I take my little brother into my arms.
I hold him close not wanting to ever let him go.
He is now a part of me, he is my family.
I will never let go of this small bundle of joy.
After all, he's my newborn and only baby brother.