Best Childhoodbrother Poems
I remember a warm summer morning
With the sun shining bright in the sky
Its glow making stars out of specks of dust,
Floating in shadows as I walked by
To the kitchen where mum, already at toil
Was busily making fresh fare
The aroma of cakes and newly baked bread,
Permeating through the air
Big brother was at play in the garden,
Baby sister asleep in her pram
As I sat at the large kitchen table
To breakfast on warm toast and jam
When I had finished my delicious repast
I helped clear the dishes away,
Washing them clean in the Belfast sink
The like of which are sought after today
Mum put on my shoes and brushed my hair,
Then I joined big brother for play
And although years have past since I was but three
I remember as though yesterday.
The yard my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.
Trees ladened with mangoes
yellowed with ripe
A great temptation to this little child
Who with a stone and David’s aim
Brought mangoes down Goliath
style
Playmates I had and many too
From chickens, birds and ducks
To puppies, pigeons, turkeys and cats
Not to mention the upside down bats.
A sister and brother my siblings two
My sister’s a lady no sport for fun
My brother my follower was my ally won
He did what I told Him no questions asked
But got many a spanking when we crossed the line.
The old hammock swung from a branch
That bellied and hung
Quite low to the ground
For many a day both brother and I
swinging to and fro
did topple to the ground.
But best were the moments
I spent with God when we talked of many things
while I blamed Him for everything
that went wrong in my life
Oh those precious memories are the fabric of my life.
16 April 2011 9:40 PM
Those simple times
When big brother was blind
The tube was just for the news
The easy chair, dad was there we helped him with his shoes
For a hard days work a home cooked supper his reward
A post and plank worn smooth by shoes a childs slideing board
Relatives visit meant late night play
Chasing fire flys hide and seek and singing lessons from Kay
Church on wensday twice on sunday
A time of freinds a time to pray
Pray we did and worship for sure
Singing so loud it was heard by our Lord
Mountain hikes with my buddy Greg
Eating blackberries and picking thorns from my leg
Dreams of the future and the girls down the road
Learning the difference between frogs and toads
Those were times that went by fast
Those were times that could not last
A Time of sunshine a time of fun
A shots echo from the valley below and off we run
Now my clock ticks fast as theirs is wound
Before they know their feet will touch ground
And with their dreams of tomorrow off they will run
Occasionally looking back remembering the fun
Of those simple times oh those dear simple times
When big brother was blind
"Please pass the chicken", Daddy said.
I watched the platter pass with dread
As each big brother took his choice
Would there be only wings for Joyce?
It was so hard to sit and wait.
Daddy took two legs on his plate.
I felt the dreaded tear drops start.
He knew that was my favorite part.
My brother Charley liked the feet,
The part that no one else would eat.
Mama's favorite was the breast
But I liked the big drumsticks best.
As the smallest I was always last
To hold the platter as it passed.
Now all my favorites were gone.
I turned away as it passed on.
As I let the necks and wings go by,
My daddy with twinkle in his eye
Said "Here's yours, Joybell, I took two,
But saved the biggest leg for you."
I know it now if I were able
To have those dears ones at my table,
I'd pass them all the legs and thighs.
And declare the wings were just my size.
For Paula's "Pass " contest won 9th in contest