August 25, 2005

Kyle Brandon

by: EJ

Now I've realized,

Whenever I'm mad or upset,

Falling into depression,

He is the one I call,

When the most random stuff happens,

Something funny or exciting,

He is the one I call,

The middle child in our family,

We understand each other the most,

He has been through alot,

Just like me,

He's screwed up alot,

But prevailed through it,

He made alot of himself,

Finally on the path of what he wants out of life,

We once did the typical sibling disputes,

Still do occasionally,

But I didn't use to respect him,

Now I do and he doesn't know it,

He doesn't know that his little sister,

Is in fact very proud of him.