My Childhood Poem by Marilyn Lott

It is not my brother's birthday
Nor the day he left for good
I have so many wonderful memories
I would repeat them if I could.

My childhood was not perfect
But then no one's is, it's true
But is dotted with such excitement
I think it might excite you too.

For he had such imagination
He taught so much to me
How to spell Mississippi and how
To hang from my knees up a tree.

He taught how to play practical jokes
That often came back to bite us
How to play cowboys and Indians
Like a friend I could always trust.

If anyone said something that
Was not proper he would say
"My sister is here you know, "
And he said it without delay.

But then he joined the Air Force
For many nights I cried myself to sleep
Though it hurt to lose him again
Treasured memories I'll always keep.