Childhood Impressions - Aged Six

Poem By Elizabeth Atkinson

Where have you gone to brother dear?
It seems so sad without you here. Mother, dad and sisters two
Act so strange. They're missing you. Soft I peep with shy delight
At baby brought for Christmas night
And yet, dear brother, can't you come
To share the fun with me and mum? I miss the tickling, chuckling glee
Of games you used to play with me.
Our mother's love is nat'rally
Divided 'twixt the babe and me And you, who always seemed to care
Have gone away, I know not where.

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