The third parent

Sweet baby
You moved!
I dreamt of you
Stroked the warmth we shared
While you were in her
In her arms was I

Sweet baby boy
So black and beautiful
Beheld you for the first time
Keep you safe, I swore
In my arms you were

Sweet baby brother
So full of mischief
My order you stomped
A monstrous pretension
In my cries you were

Sweet little brother
Never meant to stand still
While I read you screamed
While I thought you did
In my worries you were

Sweet growing brother
Cruel world I advised
But you never fretted or maligned
Whose misguided ideals must I repair?
In my prayers you were

Sweet brother, a man now
Created your own path
No matter the aftermath
Taught me to survive
To be strong and smile
In my admiration you are

Sweet little baby brother, ever so
What adventures may come
We face; not alike; better so
A sister’s promise –
In my adoration you forever will be

The Prompt:

Oil, Meet Water

Of the people who are close to you, who is the person most unlike you? What makes it possible for you to get along?

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