Your Brother
Listen to Niall's poem ... read by JH
I finish half-chewed crusts
from your Spiderman dish,
your brother screams Gross!
I hold your hand, so tiny
and marmalade sticky,
your brother shouts Yucky!
I brush your teeth, minty flecks
spark my cheeks,
your brother yells Eek!
I check your room for monsters,
promise to guard your door
while you sleep. And when you do
I kiss your face, lingering
to feel your warm exhales.
Your brother would go Eww!
But he's asleep now too,
and it's his turn next.
from your Spiderman dish,
your brother screams Gross!
I hold your hand, so tiny
and marmalade sticky,
your brother shouts Yucky!
I brush your teeth, minty flecks
spark my cheeks,
your brother yells Eek!
I check your room for monsters,
promise to guard your door
while you sleep. And when you do
I kiss your face, lingering
to feel your warm exhales.
Your brother would go Eww!
But he's asleep now too,
and it's his turn next.
This poem is copyright (©) Niall M. Oliver 2024
About the Writer
Niall M. Oliver
Niall is an Irish writer who lives in Co. Derry with his wife and sons. His pamphlet 'My Boss' was published by Hedgehog Poetry Press last year, and he has had poems in Acumen, The Honest Ulsterman, 192 Magazine, Fly On The Wall Press, Ink Sweat & Tears, and many others.
