The Sister’s Brave; the Boy is Not

I am very very pleased to welcome John Bird to Scribble Desk today. He is an Awesome Poet, husband and father. Today, I am honored that he chose to feature one of his latest poems on Scribble Desk. As you might guess, The Sister’s Brave; The Boy is Not, is about John’s beautiful children.

For more of John’s work, please visit his blog: http://whilewesojourn.com

The sister’s brave; the boy is not.

She’ll take a snake by tip of tail

And hold it up, but he doth wail,

And run, and cry. She wonders why.

In jars and cups, the bugs she stores

And lays them out upon the shelf.

But when brother sees, is beside himself

Till mom does come, and end the fun.

The sister is in love with art,

And scary things she loves to draw;

In rage he tears them from the wall.

Her hurt she hides and locks inside.

The sister’s brave; the boy is not.

And when she’s pushed just so far

That she’s pining for a spar,

He speaks so sweet and cools her heat.

Categories: Grown-Up Poetry, Guest Posts, Poetry

3 Comments on “The Sister’s Brave; the Boy is Not”

  1. July 29, 2011 at 1:38 pm #

    Lovely. I can definitely relate to this :)

  2. August 1, 2011 at 7:40 pm #

    Awwwww!!! That is such a cool poem :) Thank you for sharing this with us. It reminds me of my grandchildren. ‘The boy’ (Charlie) is so calm and sensitive. ‘The Girl’ (Chloe) is…well, in a word, mental haha!!

    Thanks, John, this was great! :)

    Kurt.

  3. August 2, 2011 at 12:17 pm #

    Tracey and Kurt,

    Thanks! I appreciate the encouragement, and I’m glad that you enjoyed the poem.

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