Long Childhoodbrother Poems

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My Earliest Memory

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.
Form: Rhyme


Simple Times

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
Form: Rhyme

My Playground.

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.

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