Mikey Singh

Abstract Inspirational Others

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Mikey Singh

Abstract Inspirational Others

Cradle In My Arms

Cradle In My Arms

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I cradle him in my arms...

He smiles at my gentle touch...

He is only two years younger...

The little brother I love so much...


He loves to lay in my lap...

He relishes my arms around his head...

He may be stronger, a Navy SEAL...

But without me, he never tastes bread...

He's a warrior on the battlefield...

The enemy trembles at his name...

He is the spirit of death...

A force that cannot be tamed...


Yet to me, he is still a baby...

The little brother who I so love...

He's my friend, my son, my blessing...

In the blistering heat, a rainfall

My answered prayer from above... 



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