Sibling Sensation

Now as I sit I looking back through the doors of my mind,
Filtering through those moments of life which,
Sub-conscious has kept as poignant, important to me,
On this day today I remember day gone by from my sixth year,
A time of passing not more in seconds than ten and three.

As family we were inside the walls of park full with theme,
Walking through the massing crowds, pulsing with energetic desires I
was;
Unintentionally buffeted by those massive giants more than twice the
height of me,
One after another I was attacked from all-sides-
The peril of a youngster gone unnoticed!
On and on I walked happy, so satisfied for I loved this amusing
place,
Ride on ride had we gone, and walk on, walk on always followed;
Travelling endlessly between excitement to next thrill awaiting.
All was exquisite, except for pushing and pulling that always
was:
But this is to be a child in the world for adults.

In hour long past sibling and I had an effulgent thing,
For our eternal watchers had bought us one each of this floating
round,
Now tied to my wrist, by length of string 3 feet it floated proudly
aloft,
A brilliant balloon, silver and shining for us-
Full of gas no less!
With entity attached I walked whilst banged,
On occasion fell a gentle tug on wrist as shiny sphere is stretched on
rope,
Strongly attached, yet extremes endured;

Alas my deepest unknown fears were bound to be confounded,
Only so long could my stunning floating round cope with the rigour of
punishment
being so swiftly dealt,
For one blow too hard proved the limit of the threaded shackle to mein
wrist,
With that vital vicious blow catalyst to my balloon going free!
Away, away it flew up into the sky as I stared in disbelief,
Tears flowing I fell as the cruel truth showed no remorse;
As on and on my detached balloon soared.
Now on the spot with parents stopped, I wept and wailed like no
other,
Gone was joy, excitement and anticipation,
I was now in one short instant personified misery.
There was nothing that could be done to dull my hurt-
My unbalanced mind was assuring me:

That assumption was denying the possibility of;
An act of pure kindness and generosity,
Of a person sacrificing personal pleasure for that of another,
For me that day such a rare occurrence was true-
Thanks to my brother and his selfless gesture.
Almost instantaneously here offered his balloon to me,
Willing to give me his to quell my angst and agony.
I accepted with grace, as a rather selfish child I was,
For correct would have been a decline as reward to,
His magnificent offer he would keep the prize himself.
Instead I took offer in a gracious way.

To this day when I recall that distant memory which,
Still seems like the day before yesterday,
It brings tear to eye and lump to throat.
A sibling rivalry gone square?
For selfless, uncaring act-
My brother won the trophy that fine day.
Raise your glass, and say no jibe:
Thank you brother for that fond memory this day!