ABC Wednesday - N - Norm

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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