Poems about my two little brothers

Dear Readers,

Here are some poems I wrote in high school about my two little brothers:

Paul’s Pretty Perfect Picture

You look so innocent in your new overalls,
Like a farmer’s son,
Barely learning how to pull weeds,
Very willing to help.

Standing by the water,
Sun is glistening off your face,
Always photogenic.

Face and clothes moderately dirty,
From gleefully playing,
In the forest,
Hundreds of years older than you.

Happily smiling for the camera,
Building seet memeories on film
Of your youth
Rapidly rolling into the future.


My little brother’s education

You look so entranced in your Super Nintendo Game
Not caring about anything else.
Angry at Mario’s death,
Insisting the buttons didn’t work
Or Paul was in the way
Unwilling to put your empty cups away
Not caring about the books waiting in the dusty rack beside you,
They didn’t offer what you wanted,
Something that only video games could.
Soothed by your control over the little man on the screen,
Making you forget about the boo-boo on your knee,
And about the microscopes you could be looking in,
Upset the game didn’t go his way,
But not ever quitting,
And he never will,
Because the game is his thrill.

Sincerely,
Telemoonfa