May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017
Little Brothers and Swings
I can still see him now, as I look out the window.
My little brother trying to swing by himself.
I can hear my him in my head saying,
“push me, push me I want to go higher!”
I would always laugh and would always mock.
I never talked or played with my brother.
We didn’t get to cherish the moments we had together.
Me and brother always argued, couldn’t get along for at least five seconds.
Now my brother is gone.
My brother never got a push.
I can hear my him in my head saying,
“push me, push me I want to go higher!”
And I’ve realised that swing was a better than me.
At least that swing supported my brother.
The swing lifted my brother,
just high enough for him to enjoy it.
Now I’m all alone,
just the swing and me.
I can still see him now, as I look out the window.
My little brother trying to swing by himself.
I can hear my him in my head saying,
“push me, push me I want to go higher!”
I would always laugh and would always mock.
I never talked or played with my brother.
We didn’t get to cherish the moments we had together.
Me and brother always argued, couldn’t get along for at least five seconds.
Now my brother is gone.
My brother never got a push.
I can hear my him in my head saying,
“push me, push me I want to go higher!”
And I’ve realised that swing was a better than me.
At least that swing supported my brother.
The swing lifted my brother,
just high enough for him to enjoy it.
Now I’m all alone,
just the swing and me.