MY LITTLE BROTHER By Robert Hewett Sr

Source
Source


This poem is based on a true life situation. My friend's daughter had a hyperactive brother two years younger than her who made life a struggle at times. This is one of 9 poems I wrote for her the night before her 9th birthday. She liked this poem best, though she said she liked them all. It is written from her perspective. Perhaps some of you can relate to this story. The photos are from Photobucket and are meant only to represent the characters in the poem.

MY LITTLE BROTHER

My little brother is a total mess.

He is never still even at his best.

Into my things and into my hair

He drives me to total despair.

This morning before I could dress,

He hid my clothes among his mess.

He stole my slipper and pulled my hair

My Little Brother is too much to bear.

To make matters worse, he is real smart.

He can do my math before I start.

He thinks I’m dumb and makes fun of me.

Though I love him, I long to be free.

At recess one day in a game of dare,

A bully pushed me and pulled my hair.

Out of nowhere my brother appeared,

Chased the bully and showed he cared.

Now my heart is pounding and I am glad.

My Little Brother is no reason to be sad.

I can stand his kicking and pinching.

He is handy when I need him I’m thinking.

Robert Hewett Sr. 1993

More by this Author


Comments 10 comments

Senoritaa profile image

Senoritaa 4 years ago

I think this poem aptly describes sibling relationships. I am sure many people would relate to this as they fought with their siblings day in and day out, but also knew that they are the place to go to when stranded on a rough road.


anndavis25 profile image

anndavis25 4 years ago from Clearwater, Fl.

That's the way we were in our big family...A fight or an argument going on all the time...BUT, just let someone else ridicule or jump on a brother or sister, and all came to the rescue! Blood is thick! Awesome


ROBERTHEWETTSR profile image

ROBERTHEWETTSR 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

You are right there Senoritaa. My nearest brother older than me was always getting into fights at school, expecially with this one boy who had a brother my same age. My job was to keep the younger brother from hitting my brother with a stick. We never fought but glared each other down quite often. Robert


ROBERTHEWETTSR profile image

ROBERTHEWETTSR 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

Same in our family Ann. I fought my brother, 4 years my senior, all the way home from the bus stop (a mile or more) and yet backed him up at school when he got into scrapes. When I was 16 my youinger sister and I were at a skating rink, I was just able to stand up on skates. Some guy my age or a little older kept pushing my sister and making her fall, so I went after him, telling him to leave her alone. HE was waiting for me outside the skating rink and swung at me as I walked through the door. We duked it out for awhile until someone said the cops were coming then we split. Robert


raciniwa profile image

raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

this is a great way of showing how siblings don't share the same traits but still show each other they care...this is only applicable when you're still young, but what if you'll grow up and the brother remains the same?


ROBERTHEWETTSR profile image

ROBERTHEWETTSR 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

That can happen Raci and it takes a lot of effort to still love that sibling, but it is possible. It makes for a tough relationship though. Thanks for sharing your insight. Robert


phdast7 profile image

phdast7 4 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Nice tribute to the sometimes love - sometimes hate relationship that exists between so many brothers...anda few sisters, too. :)


ROBERTHEWETTSR profile image

ROBERTHEWETTSR 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

You are right pdast, sibling relationship knows no gender. Robert


Leokadia Durmaj 4 years ago

It is such a wonderful poem Robert. The poem reminded me of my brother, eight years older then me. He passed away in 1981 as a resulth of Agent Orange, he served in Vietnam. His spirit came to be with me during the time I had cancer. Yet when i was younger he was always playing tricks on me, like hosing my slippers when I went outside and he was suppose to be watering the garden. He would infurite me so, still I love him with my whole heart. I nursed him until his last breath, such an honour it was. He would visit me from time to time, I should say his spirit, I know he is my Angel watching over me.

When poetry can inspire such wonderful memories it is a true gift Thank you my friend for your beautiful words in poetry. Leokadia


ROBERTHEWETTSR profile image

ROBERTHEWETTSR 4 years ago from Louisville, Kentucky Author

I know how you feel Lee. My nearest brother, 4 years my senior, fought constantly growing up, but were best of friends in adult life. Bob

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working