My Brother Aiden

Almost every single morning you wake up at three

I’m weary and tired but it’s all worth it when you smile back at me

I pick you up and cuddle you tight

Even though it’s the middle of the night

I heat up your bottle that’s already been made

We’ll find out if you’ve grown when you get weighed

Soon you won’t be the youngest of all

Even though you still seem so small

You wrap your little hand around my finger

Oh Jorja makes me laugh when she says “Look Dinger”

Aiden you then fall asleep in my arms around four

Every night I do that and sometimes more

Because you are my special little brother

And there will never be another

Family I love as much as I do

I love you all, each and everyone one of you