A Poem For Tanner

A child was sent

Right from above

A child was hurt

A child was loved

This child so hurt

With windex in eyes

Her mother is screaming,

Wailing, and cries.

The brother cares little

As thrown on his bed

Not one tear from his eye

Nor apology was said.

The baby was fine

Not hurt, not at all

Little did she know,

Into more trouble she'd fall

The brother just watched

As a poor baby drowned

In silence he sat,

He did not make a sound

The mother came in

And scooped her up quick

The baby, still fine,

Saw through his cruel trick

The child grew smarter

She had tricks up her sleeves

She knew what to do

And she knew how to tease

The boy stayed away

As the years passed

The boy was a wuss

When he was harassed

As they grew old

And a new trial was faced

There friendship became

It was tied, it was laced

As girl grew to woman

And boy grew to man

They'll walk through this life

friends, hand in hand

-Me

This is a poem i wrote for my brother who is serving a mission. The purpose for it mostly is to tease him....but i thought it turned out pretty well considering it was on the spot. So here is kinda our story together. In my memory.

-Me