MY LITTLE BROTHER By Robert Hewett Sr
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