A Name-less Poem

My brother wears my father's shoes.
He stumbles around
giggling.
The laughs continue
The years go by
One day the shoes dissapear.
The stumbles and giggles stop,
The laughs are gone
The years go by
As I watch my brother,
I've found my father's shoes.
I watch my brother walk in them
no longer stumbling.
The shoes fit perfectly,
and we start to
giggle.