Brother Family Poems

His grandma was there when he was born…
or so his family told him.
After all the family had their turn, the story goes, 
she was the...

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  They say in his old age, Isaac was blind
    yet like his father Abraham, unusually kind

  Rebecca, his wife,...

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I'm learning to be a man from my brother
Since I'm flying under his wing
As he shows me how to flap my own
Before I can go...

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Dearest Daughter
(written for Amy)

My dearest daughter, 
we just met, 
but I know I know you, 
from your father's words. 
You are full of laughter, 
and...

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An oddly-shaped Thanksgiving bird:
   quirky 
   turkey

What we call Grandma's mashed potatoes:
   dreamy 
   creamy

How she adds...

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Brigid’s family has lost their house
she is six and does not understand
it is right there, where it always was
how could they have lost it?

they do...

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               The brothers are competitors
      ...

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We’re on Fall break this week and Peter’s favorite aunt - Lita - is visiting. Lita’s a tall, slim woman (eek! A guess), in her...

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The teacher was irritated, using her angry voice.
He yelled at me and hurt a kindergartener.
She wanted me to do this that and the other.
Things I...

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The trees are thrashing, high winds, snow, and ice.
A storm is brewing, and it won’t be nice.
A T.V. warning, the power might go out,
it’s going...

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Smiles brighter than the Sun on a fragrant summer day
Two kids, a boy and girl, go out to play
Only do the threatening storm clouds wipe...

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I spoke with two people at the party Saturday.
A young police officer, short-haired, fit,
chiseled face who had two young children.
He felt constrained by the law,...

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Fritz Purdum mined these memories with his poem Boy playing in Dirt.


My grandson an introverted chap
On the playground after lunchtime nap

In the garden of kinders...

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Is my mother coming?
Yes, she’ll be here today.
Is my brother and sister coming?
Very soon they say.
Is my father coming?
He’s not far away.
Are all who loves...

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This is you; this is me,
  at the end of the row, white-faced.
I have you clamped in an iron grip 
  to keep...

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