Brother

I miss those paper boats
We used to make on rainy days
And those magic shows
We used to watch in a daze.

I miss those story books
We used to read every day
And those art and craft lessons
Where we butchered the clay.

I miss all the times we
Hid from mom behind the rack
But most of all I miss you
Dear Brother! Please come back.

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