My Little Brother

I have a little brother,

Who would never have been born without my mother

And as he grew & grew & grew,

He learned something newer & new.

He calls me by the name of Viya,

But sometimes he calls me Siya,

When I wake up he says I love you to me,

And there's love in his heart for me I can see.

On my birthday he smashed my cake,

Which was just about to bake!

And now his age is four,

And he's learning even more!

He can run, sing, talk only English & Murmur,

And he says A-goo in a gurgle.

He dresses my doll & plays with them all day,

And makes them talk & say while I'm having a holiday.

I'm proud, so proud that I have a brother like him,

And I guess I can one day teach him to swim.