Mallie

When I was eight,

My mother’s belly grew big,

She was with child,

A baby for me to behold.

I wondered how,

In such a little while,

She could grow so round,

And carry a child inside.

Soon enough,

A baby boy was born,

I met him at the hospital,

With my grandma by my side.

He was so tiny,

And so warm to hold,

I was now a big brother,

Proud to be an ayya.

I loved him like no other,

I told him stories and sang him songs,

My one and only Mallie,

My baby brother, my best friend.

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