那位英语高手给小弟发一篇英文诗人写的关于父亲和兄弟的事

Dad, Mom, Big Brother, And Me.
by Mrs. H.M. Hicks

Hi my name is baby - that is what they call me.
I cry and I whine and I love to be me.
My mother melts when ever I smile.
She loves me - that is the true reason why.
I have a big brother.
He doesn't know it yet,
but we will grow to be the best of friends.
He loves me, too, though he tries to pretend
that he is the baby that I am.

I don't mind my father's love.
He is gracious and strong.
I love him, too, for he has blessed me with a mother
and brother who wants me
as much as I want them.

My family is my family,
and I am so glad that they are mine.
Love will keep us together through our lives.
We will fight. We will argue. We will disagree.
But the one thing I will always be aware of
is we will always want the best for us each.

So with that in mind, I will be given a great,