Three Brothers and a Sister
Two brothers ran, so bold, so fast,
Their laughter wild, their shadows vast.
Through fields of green, through summer’s glow,
They led the way—I watched them go.
A little voice, a smaller stride,
The kid behind who tried and tried.
Too young to fight, too small to race,
But never far—I knew my place.
They rolled their eyes, they’d groan, they’d tease,
Yet hoisted me upon their knees.
For though they claimed I slowed them down,
They’d lift me up before I’d drown.
And watching close with knowing grace,
A sister stood, her steady place.
She’d calm the storm, she’d set things right,
A guiding star, a softer light.
She held my hand when nights ran long,
She taught me words, she made me strong.
With patient love and knowing eyes,
She saw the dream I’d someday rise.
The years passed on, they made their way,
Two men at work, one boy at play.
One built with steel, with iron might,
One tamed the sparks, the coursing light.
I watched in awe, I dreamed so high,
Still chasing them beneath the sky.
And when the world was cold and wide,
I knew they’d always stand beside.
Through calls at dusk or lessons shared,
Through miles far, I knew they cared.
I grew up strong, my shoulders broad,
My brothers grinned, gave silent nods.
No longer small, no need to chase,
Yet still I knew—I’d found my place.
And when their steps grow weak with time,
I’ll hold their arms as they held mine.
Four shadows cast in evening light,
They led the way—but I stand tight.
For time may turn the strong to old,
But love’s a bond that won’t grow cold.
And so, through all I’ve learned and done,
Thank you, siblings—you’ve made me one.