A Brother's Love

There's not much more than you can say about that sacred feeling inside the one when you think of all the fights all the whining over toys all the complaining about early bedtimes all the wrestling over the television the sacred feeling that you get when you look at the pictures on the hutch from five to five-teen the both of you some solos some duets but all together the sacred feeling that you get when you muss your brothers hair and call him "scruffy" before you go the feeling when he looks at you and he knows that he can count on you for a few bucks but he'll always pay you back...eventually... he hates to ask but you'd give him the world on a whim the innocence of his face (though he's sometimes older than you) the torment you go through when he's upset the times he's cried, on you, but no one else he may have grown to be bigger, but you'll always be there always, to be stronger and to protect him from the cold world the sacred feeling that you get when your brother looks at you in your weakest of moments when you're worried about him the most and he says... "Don't worry, I'll be ok Scruffy" and he smiles and suddenly, he's that eight year old all over again and you cry you cry because there's nothing N O T H I N G more powerful in all of God's world ~than a brothers love~missed my bro.....love that lil' sonovabitch Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 11:59 AM PST   18 • 0 • 8