I was six and he was ten,
He splashed water on me every now and then.
We cried and fought ;
We hugged and forgot.
We made constellations out of clay,
We played hide and seek every day,
I looked for him in the room, the garage, and the store,
He sat smiling on the garden’s lush green floor.
During the rains we made paper boats;
And clapped as they would magically float.
Today, I am twenty six and he lies in his grave,
People visit me and ask me to be brave.
The rains no more bring showers of blessings,
The delights of paper boats are missing.
I look for him in the room, garage, and the store,
His smile doesn’t brighten the lush green floor!
Where did he find such a place to hide?
Will he come back, if I accept my defeat?
I can no longer compete!