My Baby is Four

(Bear with me as I attempt to write a poem. I'm feeling pheklempt).

Four years ago, like yesterday.
I can still feel the burn, still hear the screams,
Coming from me.
(Didn't know I could even make those sounds).
I can feel your warmth and wetness in my arms
As your head bobbed around
Looking for nourishment.
I can smell the yeasty scent in your skin
And my own perspiration.

And later, when your big sister came in
Smothering you with kisses
I was nervous that you were getting smothered
But I tried to let her learn to love you
As I did.

Time went faster with you, the baby brother.
Held you in the sling most of the time
As I followed big sister around.
Soon you were on the move,
And even talking some.
Getting too big for that sling, or maybe I was just too small.

You've turned into a boy,
On your way to becoming a man.
Well, someday.
I guess you need to learn to read and write first.
But everyday you get a little smarter,
A little faster,
A little taller.
I'll try and grow with you.
Try and keep up.
All the while admiring you from a distance.