When a large bird flew over I would chase it to see if it landed; thinking it's a stork with my new brother/sister.
I thank you Dear God for making my Grandmother---I call her Mimi.
Her soft voice sings me to sleep with a prayer “I pray the Lord my Soul to keep”
She said it is much better to talk to you than count all those sheep.
My Mimi takes me to school each morning as Mama nurses my baby brother,
Thank you---God for sending him---just for us. But Lord---I don’t need another.
He cries because he is a baby my Mimi said,
And my mercy---he has no hair on his tiny head.
His blue eyes stares and he smiles so sweetly at me,
Mama said he cannot focus yet---but I know he can see.
After school--- I looked into his bed to see if he is asleep,
And I pray to the Lord again for my brother’s soul to keep.
When we grow up a good sister I will be to him,
Yes, I love my little brother named---Jim.
I will teach him---the ABC’s,
And to count 1,2,3’s.
I will show him how to climb a tree,
And carefully watch a honey bee.
And to make a Valentine,
And draw a card at Christmas time.
To sing Jingle Bells, in our red hoods,
And sing “Over the River and through the Woods.”
I will teach Jim how to make a snowman stand,
And put a glove on the snowman’s short stick hand.
I will choose his first girlfriend for him.
Dear God I am so tired now---I will just say Amen for Jim.
And, Lord thank you too, for always being here,
So very near. Amen
Written February 6th 2013
My Brother Jim
Brother Jim grew up and went to war,
His sailboat will not sail anymore.
Until he returns to us--his family so Dear,
Then, we will let him go sailing-have not fear.
© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter