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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. :-)
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.