Dear Big Brother,
“Stop singing! Grow up!”
I yelled as I ran down the stairs.
“You’re twenty-two, and you’re still singing kiddy songs.”
I don’t think you even heard my hurtful words
Through your Bose noise-cancelling headphones.
You turned to see me standing there,
And continued to dance to “The Wiggles”.
Regret flooded over me, and even though you didn’t hear,
I wished I could take back those words.
You find such joy in your songs,
And even though hearing the same song
852 times in a row
Can get under my skin,
I shouldn’t take that out on you.
For all the times my patience
Can’t match your own.
Please continue to be
Be patient with me.