A Poem by My Son, age 14.
Quatrain II.
Since before I could remember
He was there as I would slumber
My brother in the top bunk
And little me just under.
I always got in trouble
When with his things I would fumble
Much more interesting than mine
At times we two would tumble.
I tried not to annoy him
Although I had a system
Which very often backfired
We’d each become the victim.
My brother soon will leave here
A thought that used to bring me cheer
Alone in our room at last
Nobody else’s presence near.
But now that time will soon arrive
I wonder if I can survive
Falling asleep alone
Don’t tell- I think that I might cry.
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(c)GoshGusMusic(ascap) 2010
Musical Milliner 
Awwww, I think I might cry too; that is very touching an oh, so real.
It’s going to be so strange. Not like I didn’t see this coming 18 years ago. Younger spawn has never known much else but the sound of his brother typing away as he falls asleep.