A Poem for My Beloved Brother: A Father's Smile in Disguise

I love you so much, my naughty brother. Here is a little ode to the man who taught me more than my father ever did—without ever realizing it.

Brother, a Father in Disguise

Brother, a father in disguise, Yet playful in every surprise.

Together, we painted the green days so bright, With laughter and little pranks, our joy would bite.

Pushed and pulled, for reasons that made no sense, In those moments, we crafted our own lessons.

The Days Were Golden

Those green, joyous days felt like a lick of paint, On a canvas where our memories paint,

You guided with the steely hand of a master, Teaching me the art of driving faster.

This same hand became firm, strict, and sure, Pushing me hard, showing me responsibility.

Awaiting the Days to Boomerang

I always await the days to boomerang, Back to those golden times of my young life at dawn.

Though the lessons learned can often be stern, Those days were nothing but a tender concern.

What a precious gift it was to be your brother, With you, life is a playful journey, a spectacle of colors.

So here's my little poem, from heartfelt detours, To your smile, my mischief, and your father's pride.

For you, the man, the father, the brother dear, My ode is a reminder of all times we shared.

A love that will always hold a place,A home where our hearts find a base.