My Baby Brother

My Baby Brother

A tiny thing born to my mother
stole my heart like no other.
To babysit as he cried and cried,
head on my shoulder, teary-eyed.

Back and forth, we rocked together,
such gentleness, light as a feather.
Soon, he would fall fast asleep
placed in his crib without a peep.

Awake this morning, arms and legs flail,
so eager to play, no time to wail.
Mom gets him up; he's hungry to eat.
So fast to learn, his smile is a treat.