On the Occasion of My Brother's Birth

Running to my dad yelling, "Is he here?!"
After days, weeks, months of waiting,
I was no longer alone.
Through the door, up the elevator we went,
Through doctors and nurses and crowds of patients.
But I was impatient, I wanted to run ahead,
But my dad held my hand, so I skipped instead.
Finally! After miles of bleak halls we arrived.
Walking in I heard a coo and a cry and a sweet hush,
Then I saw him.
Small, red, wrinkly, and frail,
He was perfect, my own little brother.
I touched his head, it was soft.
I touched his hand, he grabbed my finger,
And didn't let go.
So cute, so sweet, so I kissed him,
Which apparently was a bad idea.
My parents said, "No!" but I didn't care.
I was a big sister now!
I had a pin and a shirt that said so,
Not to mention my very own little brother.