I look at his beard.
It is turning white,
making him look
more handsome
and dignified.
I can barely remember
him as a boy --
soft, gentle eyes,
trusting and full of warmth.
Today,
a man near 60,
he has dignity
and stature.
How I love him.
He is my brother.
And I,
a sister,
a bit in awe.
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