(This is a seven poem series that was directly inspired by my younger brother, Sam. I wrote a different poem based on my perception and experiences with him at each stage.)
Future
I don’t know who you are,
who you will be.
But I hope you’re still
that little boy
who loved dinosaurs
and cartoons.
I hope you still find me
jokes funny
and my grilled cheeses the best.
I hope you’re strong,
confident, and can handle anything.
I hope your pick-up lines
are less corny
and that you learn how to
fix your hair.
I hope you find love
and more importantly,
contentment with yourself.
I don’t know who you are,
and neither do you – yet.
But I know that I’ll love you,
just like I always
have.
Love,
Sissy
