Brother Poem

Baby Brother Poem From Big Sister

When I was fifteen years old, my baby brother was born. He seemed so perfect. His eyes appeared to hold deep knowledge and wisdom, as though he was "trailing clouds of glory." The words of this poem sprang to mind as I adored his perfection.

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Love Made Perfect

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Published: February 2015

The angels took the April skies
And made two bright and shining eyes.
They plucked a sunbeam here and there
And spun his locks of golden hair.
The fairies with their fingertips
Made rosebuds into tender lips.
The birds, of course, did their part, too.
They gave their song for him to coo.
And then God sent him from above
For me to have and hold and love.

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