Little laughs filling the air, of years past of playful moments
Always saying I can do it better than you, or I’m going tell mom
Hearing tiny feet hitting the ground with a fast rhythm, growing more quick each time
With the smile easing across the moms face, of hearing tiny shouts of little ones
With in time arguments appear, yelling, fighting, and screaming of anger
The smile disappearing from the moms face, as a tear falls down
She closes her eyes to go back to remember the days of tiny laughs
Later on the arguments pass, but the little boy keeps himself in his room
While the little girl still wants to play, with her best friend, her big Brother
High school hit for the boy and he separated from his childhood playmate
And all the little girl could do was sit in front of her window and watch the laughs fade
Another year or two passed and the little girl hit her high school drama
The boy still not wanting to play for he was a junior, and thought not to hang out with his sister.
Still the little girl longing to play football and tackle her brother again and to see who could hit a home run first
The little boy now became a senior, still in his room or with his friends
The little girl now a sophomore, more independent, but still had the longing to play with her brother to bring back the laughs of the past.
She struggles with knowing that she has grown up and the years have flown, and her big brother going away to collage, and her still having two more years to go.
The days are slow but not slow enough to the little girl.
She sees her brother leave to go on dates or with his friends, through her window she watched.
She never understood the meaning of a big brother, she always though of it as a friend a playmate, a lets go have fun, not a long term angle or a hand on the shoulder watching you protecting you.
She came to realize she was special, in her own unique way, of having a big brother, another pair of eyes to see her through her life
The year is closing up and spring will show through, till the DAY Graduation day
The day of ending and happiness but through the little girls eyes a day of sadness, pain of losing her BEST FRIEND.
The girl will soon grow up and leave on her own, and say hello to her best friend only on holidays, or family events.
The mom still standing in the kitchen with a smile on her face hearing the little laughs and the pitter patter of the feet on the ground slowly disappear, to an empty home.
But the little girl still longing, still asking where is my playmate?, as she throws the ball only to notice there is no one there to catch it as it rolls over the hill of time.
