My Brother

His meticulous ways,
Of putting things away,
His mischevious grin,
Justifies the worst of sins,
His dark compassionate eyes hold tightly onto many a secret.
His mind is always moving, wandering, questioning, and I'd never forget.
The calming gentle touch on my head by his fingertips,
Those sensible words mentioned by his witty lips,
He's a smart one, this respectable man,
I strongly doubt there's anything he cannot understand,
He who patiently listens, absorbs, and reflects,
He whose will always remains firm to his ground,
Impressionable, skeptical, and critical,
I am one of the many he effects,
We are there for the other,
My friend and I - sister and brother.