When you are small, a brother is someone
Who knows how to whistle
And takes the time to show you how.
He goes to school and handles it
So you aren't so scared when your turn comes.
A brother is someone who
Doesn't complain or criticize
But quietly does his part
Even when times are very hard.
He goes off before the sun comes up
Taking newspapers to homes in a car
And he's only thirteen!
A brother is someone
Who is strong enough
To quietly nurse his broken heart
But weak enough to try again.
He lives life as it is
And not as he would have it.
Someone who takes the years
With humor and acceptance
But in his heart is forever young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely tribute, Liilia!