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The first smile between you.

The nicest I’ve seen.

Two brothers together;

Two futures, two dreams.

I can’t wait to see you;

The men you become.

My dear little brothers,

My windmills of fun.

You bring us such joy

When you proffer a toy

If the other is grumpy

Or being a monkey.

Nothing else matters,

As you pitter and patter,

Rolling and falling,

Tumbling and bawling.

Two brothers together:

Family is forever.

My best gift I gave you

Was each other:

A brother.

When your bottom is rotten

Your brother will laugh!

In a spot of bother?

He’ll say “don’t be daft!”

Nothing else matters,

As you pitter and patter,

Through your lives,

Find wives,

Grow old.

Your hearts are together;

Brothers are forever.

The pride of your mother,

Your father too.

Look after each other;

That’s what brothers do.


A Moment I Had Forgotten

I found this in the notes section of my phone when I was unwell and feeling sorry for myself yesterday.

I was going to post a different poem today but it made me smile so much that I had to post it.

I didn’t remember writing it at all but the wonders of my phone tells me that I wrote it last year on the 29th May 2015. Artie would have been just over 3 month’s old, Dylan just over 2 years. They must have just started interacting together.

It’s a total cheese-fest and for that I apologise but I was still fairly postpartum so those hormones were no doubt to blame!

I wonder sometimes about my blog; whether it is too self-indulgent, whether anyone besides my closest friends enjoy these poems (since I could just text them to them) but finding this poem out of the blue yesterday made me pleased that I’m setting them all down.

The boys may never be interested in this kind of thing but if they are, it will be here for them.

To add some context, Dylan used to find Artie’s exploding poos hilarious! Hence the “rotten bottom”. And he was very into the lovely Julia Donaldson book, “Night Monkey, Day Monkey” where one of the monkeys repeats the refrain “don’t be daft!” and he used to love saying it with a cheeky smile on his face. I had forgotten both of these things and I am grateful to this poem for reminding me.

I hope you enjoy this poem and if it reminds you of any of your offspring’s special sibling moments please share them with me!

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  1. Oh what a gorgeous poem and memory to have stumbled upon – for both you and me! It makes me wish my little boy had a brother because having 2 sisters who don’t find bottoms humourus must be so dull!

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Ah thank you! I have three sisters so this brother world is all new to me. The other day the smallest (11 months) was in a tent which the eldest (almost 3) was bashing on the top with a broom. They each thought it was HILARIOUS! I was obviously panicking he was going to get hit with the broom! I sent a video to one of my sisters & said “this must be a brother thing!”

  2. Absolutely beautiful and poignant. Not a scrap of cheddar in sight! I always wonder whether my kids will ever even read my rhymes when they get older, but it still feels good to be always be to capture a the moment. This is just precious xx

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Oh thank you! They won’t will they but at least we tried with our verbal doodling! Xx

  3. ‘Windmills of fun’ – lovely way to put it.

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you x

  4. I love your poems and think your blog is brilliant! It is a lovely way of capturing your boys life and of recording your memories. The poem reminded me of a time when youngest did an explosive nappy that went everywhere, almost up to her neck. It was truly disgusting. Whilst I was trying to strip youngest off to put her in the bath oldest wandered in, saw the scene and promptly threw up everywhere. So I had one child covered in poo and one child covered in sick-argh! I was also trying not be sick at this point too:-) #sundaystars

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      This is an AMAZING story! So funny. Sorry, not at the time. But one you will treasure in years to come?!! #sundaystars

  5. Can’t believe you just found this, how wonderful and what a fab idea to publish so you don’t loose it. I love ‘Windmills of fun’ Thanks for linking up to #sundaystars

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you. Thanks for hosting X

  6. I would say “Don’t be daft” to you. Your blog is your space so you can never be too self-indulgent and I enjoyed your poem and wish I could write as well. Made me hope my 2 boys remain supportive as they grow (tween and teen currently) as they are like chalk and cheese. Also made me sad that my two brothers never get on with each other for long.

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you, for reading and for your lovely comment. I am lucky they’re very close & cheeky at the moment but I’ve heard it can quickly descend in to fighting as they get older. Argh! I grew up with 3 sisters so all this brother malarkey is new to me. They are so high voltage! Fun though!

  7. This is gorgeous and, as a mum of boys, I can really identify with all of it! How lovely to rediscover your poem too. I think we’re lucky as writers and bloggers to be able to capture all these little moments for posterity. I don’t think it’s self-indulgent to record and remember. My Dad is a poet and he’s written things about me and my brothers (and the family pets!) that are so lovely to read. Thanks for sharing with #WhatImWriting

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      That is so lovely that you have those things. I hope the boys do read them some day. As you say it is nice that we are able to record them down. Thanks for hosting #WhatImWriting

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you very much x

  8. This is utterly beautiful – and it made me cry for all the things that Grace doesn’t have. It makes me feel sad that there will be over 9 years between her and any child that we eventually had. There was only 15 months between my sister and I and I treasure that relationship. It sounds like your boys will be the same. #WhatImWriting

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Oh no! Don’t be sad! What you’re doing is an amazing, amazing thing. I have three sisters with 3.5, 11 & 17 years between us & when we’re together we’re still like a little gang. The age difference gets more & more irrelevant the older you all get. I really like that I can remember the time around the youngest two being born so vividly & that I got to see them grow up. Grace will adore being able to help you out & you will get to have so much special one-on-one time with each, it will be lovely xx

    • thebrightnessofthesedays thebrightnessofthesedays

      Thank you! X

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