“My big brother”

My big brother charges down the hall,  
A superhero six feet tall,  
With scruffy hair and sneakers worn,  
Who’s cheered me on since I was born.  

He taught me how to ride my bike,  
To skip a stone, to climb, to hike;  
He laughs the loudest at my jokes,  
And scares away the playground folks  
Who pick on me—he stands his ground,  
A wall of strength that’s always found.  

His room’s a mystery, wild and deep,  
With posters piled and tangled heaps  
Of comic books and old guitars,  
And glow-in-dark, forgotten stars.  
He lets me in when he's in mood,  
And shares his stash of secret food.  

We’ve built a hundred blanket forts,  
Faced rainy days and weathered sports,  
And though he says I tag along,  
He keeps me close where I belong.  
His scowl is fierce, his grin is wide—  
My best protector, friend, and guide.  

And someday, when we’re old and grown,  
On paths that twist away from home,  
I’ll keep those memories, bold and bright—  
My brother’s love, my guiding light.

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