“Just Like You,” Friend, Sept. 2004, 20
Your hand’s a little bigger than mine, but not much.
You know how to run faster than me, but you still wait to walk with me.
You like to jump and wrestle, tease and giggle, just like I do.
You help me with hard things like putting on my shoes, buckling my seatbelt, and putting toothpaste on my toothbrush.
You’re gentle to bugs and animals and little babies—more gentle than I am at times.
You’re the best friend that I’ll ever have.
I want to be like you, my big brother.