Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Poem concerning little brother. . .

Gracie, my 9-year-old granddaughter, wrote the following poem about her little brother, Wyatt.


My brother is the best,
The best at being a pest!

He wakes me up at daybreak
Because he makes the house shake
With this loud screaming
Coming from the t.v. (at which he is beaming).

During the day there are countless tricks ,
Not to mention his hard kicks!

At night spying is involved,
The reason why is still unsolved!

But I tell you, he does not live in a zoo.
He lives in this house where he belongs
Where he makes and sings annoying songs.

I love him so,I’d hate to see him go,
Because he is my brother.
He’s also related related to my mother.

Here’s what I say: I love you!
And if he were reading this,
He’d say I love you too!


Jeremy Gregg said...

Nothing better than seeing your children's love expressed in art! Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

This is a great poem. It reminds me of how my kids fight and fued, but nobody else better mess with them. Kind of: "Hey, that's my sister. You can't say that about her. Only I can say that!"

Great poem.