Little Big Bro

Dear Mr. Little Big Man blurb writer
I desire
To voice a complaint,
About your back cover.
See you left me believing I would see an academy award winning performance by Dustin Hoffman,
I think I should have bought Rainman
Because now I’m going to throw it into the trashcan.
It was unbearable the first five minutes in,
Out of curiosity I stuck around for ten,
But then I wanted to commit suicide,
So Hi, Mr. Little Big Man blurb writer,
I desire
To make a proposal of a different candidate to write about.
One I’d like to shout about aloud!
He’s a big man in my little life with a big heart and little temper when it comes to my welfare.
He’s two years younger than me sure,
But never ever will you find a sibling,
With a heart as pure,
As my Little Big Bro.
Now the girl who gets his ring better be worthy
Or there will be a big sibling with a heart not as pure.
See, we’ve endured these 21 years of existence together,
And 21 years ago magnificence was formed when God formed you in our mother’s womb.
Now, I don’t remember the room, but I’ve heard we were best friends from the start.
And brother, you’re the only man who has my heart.

Now I know the day will come when you move from me.
But it will behoove you to know that I may make an appearance
When I’m in your town, which you know, might, (just by chance)
But every other month, week, day or so.
Just to let you know.
I love you.
And I know I’ll find myself there that day
With a something to say
I, the wandering merchant, artisan…mage? Will be at the castle you’ve made yours
With what I know will be a beautiful queen and lots of heirs,
And there, I will thank you, the old king, for once being a young knight.
So many nights ago.
I used to chastise you for being a knight,
A man with only a troubled woman in sight,
With problems to fix,
Now you are one of the only ones that knows, it’s not the kiss
Of a knight I desire,
More of a squire
But back to the one knight I can tolerate.
I’m so glad God orchestrated the fates to have us mate as brother and sister.
And I apologize
For criticizing
Your archetype.
When I would gripe
About the silly damsels who play victim.
Wanting desperately for you not to look for them,
Thinking I was above them
Above victim.
Well, my knight
Know how glad that the day,
When what I thought I was above, stood above me,
My knight that rode in shared my DNA.
So yeah, things happen,
I’m not above them,
But it’s so good to know, if it happens again
You’ll be there, my very best friend.
Better than any lover (yet),
My very own, Little Big Brother
Now to end this
On something common to us,
Bitter, like butter, but better….
Not better than my little big brother.

Little Big Bro


Dawsonville, United States

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This week was the worst of my life, and my brother came to the rescue, and the very least I could for him would be to write about it. :-D I love you brother.

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