And I forget for a brief moment that you are the last one.
Your smooth cheek is the only one left in this house of men.
You tell me I am awesome, and we laugh and make silly faces at each other.
Your silent laughter has always made me laugh. Cinched up eyes and a shaking belly,
But no sound comes out. It is your nature to hold things in. My shyest one.
Shy enough to run out of the room when I read a card you have made for me.
Shy enough to bury your face in my back.
Sometimes you are a reflection of your brothers. Sometimes my father.
But always a tender reminder of what matters. And what always will.