Remember when we built that igloo in our front yard?
Our hearts raced as we built a mound of snow,
dug out the center
and thought we were going to live in there forever.
It was your idea, of course;
you were always the creative one.
Remember when mum and dad called us in for dinner?
My stomach grumbled;
I knew my brother could make it over night,
but I was convinced I would be dead by morning.
Remember the next morning when I went
to the hospital for frost bite?
Mum and dad were furious,
but nonetheless you remained in that igloo.
Remember when you told me if we stayed
inside our frosty abode it would never melt?
I believed you.
Oh brother,
Your hopefulness made me stay;
Your big brown eyes
identical to mine made me stay.
Your lopsided smile and
crooked teeth made me stay.
But your willingness to live in a dome of ice for days
made me realize this wasn't a game for you;
our igloo was your escape.
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