You came into this world dancing.
I could recognize your feet anywhere,
They keep me on my toes.
You have always known the universe.
You are my favorite rhyme in the chorus,
And my favorite syllable in the metaphor.
You are your own compass,
And your own driving manual.
Little brother, you are more than I bargained for,
Yet more than I could have asked for.
You could solve the world with nothing but a smile and some time to spare,
And you could bring laughter from the shadows.
You were never meant to carry your darkness by yourself,
But instead you take yours and mine together, bundled up tightly in your heart.
So I’ll take your hand, your t-shirts, and half of the bundle.
We’ll make it over this mountain together.