Although I’ve written my mom poems about how much I love her, this one is her favorite, probably because she remembers when my little brother actually did all of these things. (He may have been 2, 20, or anywhere in between, but he did do them, although he usually did not rhyme.)
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This is also one of my few poems that’s actually humorous, because every spark of insanity in my life, I owe to my little brother in the best possible way.

awwwwwwwwwwwww i love your writing.

I really liked this poem. You have truly portrayed the sticky (literally, here!) dynamics of a brother-sister relationship.