WCD

When you were a baby,

I used to love the feeling of your whole hand

barely grasping my one finger.

Mom and I used to lean over you and envelop you with our hair.

I don’t know that you’ve laughed like that since then.

I miss my baby brother.

I miss yelling at you,

I miss the way you used to cry when you spilled water.

You were always a little younger than you thought.

I wish you’d let yourself be the kid you are.

There’s a lot of scary stuff out there, Stooch.

Responsibility, consequences…

And they’ll catch up to you, no matter

how fast your track-stud legs will take you.

I (crazy) love you.

But…

Baby boy, you drive me insane.