My Toddler Brother

"My Toddler Brother"

a poem

My toddler brother, he’s taking my toys.
Mama, please stop him. They’re not for small boys.
Why does he want my stuff?
When will he know enough
not to keep breaking, to quit his mistaking, and
not throw them just to make noise?

My toddler brother, he thinks I’m the best.
Mama, don’t stop him. He’s not such a pest.
He wants to be like me,
spend his days happily
learning my games, saying all my friends’ names, but he
just needs his afternoon rest.