Weekend

I am super pumped for this weekend because I get to eat Applebees.  My autistic brother is turning twenty-two we are celebrating his birthday there.  I was kind of worried though that my boss would not let me get off work since I working eighteen hours this weekend, but we made a deal so I was glad she said I could have two hours off.
So I made a poem about him last weekend and it goes like this....

                              Doug

He loves being outdoors shaking the trees,

in the woods during the night,   

because it reminds him of sawing them down.
In the distance,
he sees big fireworks falling from the sky,
monsters from outer space.
 My brother's ten tan fingers and two tan hands are bigger than mine.

He always puts his hands to work and play,

forever living hands that never stop exploring. 

Sometimes I get discouraged,

because he is so big

and there are so many of his dirty

fingerprints to see,

that he left on every wall, handle, drawer

and table tops.   

He really marked everything

he could possible think of.

But here is one that would not rub off;

He is leaving it just for me,

because he is thankful for a sister like me!

I see he is growing fast and changing,

the years will fly right by.

I wonder how he grew so quick-

Where, when and why?

Those big handprints will eventually disappear,

I can not bring back the past.

So here is a small reminder to us,

to keep not throw away,

so save this print in a safe place.

Here is a final handprint,

this reflection imprinted on the ground.

Just so we can recall,

and memories will come back,

of when we were small.

~I may be younger but I am mentally older than him.~