Tease
Little Brother
Reaching up in tipi toes,
Scratching up above.
Franticly grabbing it,
Desperate for freedom.
Frustration breeds anger,
And screaming ensues.
"Why can't I do it?"
It is always the case.
Things just out of reach.
Just to high up.
Just moving to fast.
Always teasing.
The others are different.
Everything's in reach.
Nothing's to high,
Nothing's to fast.
Then it moves.
Awaken from slumber it mutters
"What the hell?"
Followed by an "Oh" and the form shifts.
Out it emerges.
A shadow falls over and it reaches out.
A flick of the wrist and I'm free.
"Fankoo," I cry as I rush out.
Then as it reaches to seal itself back in I cry,
"I do! I do!"
Of all the things I can't do,
This was one.
Of all the things I can do,
I used to not.
And I smile as I realize
One day I will be like them.
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