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I was 2 years and 9 months old when my brother arrived "on the scene."
There was already a sister in-between...
I'm imagining this poem might have reflected my reaction to his birth. :-)
My Brother
by Marci Ridlon
My brother's worth about two cents,
As far as I can see.
I simply cannot understand
Why they would want a "he."
He spends a good part of his day
Asleep inside the crib,
And when he eats, he has to wear
A stupid baby bib.
He cannot walk (tho' Norm began at 9 mos.) and cannot talk
And cannot throw a ball.
In fact, he can't do anything ---
He's just no fun at all.
It would have been more sensible,
As far as I can see,
Instead of getting one like him
to get one just like me.
:-)
Actually, my brother was full of spunk and kept everyone on their toes! He was mechanically gifted (!), a very hard worker, enjoyed people and a good laugh (often providing the humor)!
My brother died last Thursday; 3 1/2 months after having been diagnosed with a rare, aggressive cancer. He will be sorely missed.
SG
