The Code

No times are like old times when you and I were young

Happy memories of childhood, walking down to school

Your little fingers holding my hand that was the golden rule.

Shared goodies and loud giggles, followed by fist fights

You would break my dolls and hide my books

But my heart always melted at your remorseful look.

The sweet nostalgia of the teens

From playmates to saviours we grew

Watching out for each other, time flew.

It’s strange how things change with time

We walked different paths, following our heart

Yet in each other’s thoughts, miles apart

We share a history, like peas in a pod,

Common roots; we were raised the same

Colourful stories untold by the black and white photo in the frame

Some bonds are tightly woven yet loosely held

For they run the deepest and can never be broken

A very special place that by no one can be taken.

Dear little brother who learnt to walk holding my hand

Only a half of you can a parent or an offspring share

But a sibling is made of the same genetic code as you are!