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A Poem by Chris Shaw

my sibling Steve was precicely
fifty one weeks younger
harboured a propensity
so he did

was that painful i hear you say
not to him though it certainly
made my day more difficile to
navigate

he pinched the last sausage
off my plate saved to savour the
flavour while it swam in onion
gravy and mustard mash

he also pilfered all my British
stamps from my Royal Mail album
including a penny red
that did it
i wished him dead

how strange this stuff churns
turns round and round like
a washing machine on a
never ending cycle
until it exposes itself
when least expected

trivia undetected for years
brings on a Saturday smile and
a tear of a sweeter softer
sisterly kind

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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The equations we share with our siblings are so strange, we hate them sometimes but then love them equally and with all our being.
He pinched your sausage and your stamps and after all the years of remembering, you realize how much you love him.
Siblings teach us so much about ourselves. We are blessed to have them.
A very touching poem that expresses beautifully, the truth of sibling relationships.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Alas, he died eight years ago which makes me reflect more on those earlier days. Squabbles yes, but .. read more
AYVID N

2 Years Ago

I'm so sorry for your loss, dear Chris...
You are so welcome always. Take care.



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A touching tribute to the love of close kinship. Sometimes we don't even know about it until it is gone.

Winston

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Winston. I appreciate those thoughts.

Chris
Such a touching poem and the title makes perfect sense.
We remember those silly, annoying or quirky moments and miss them deeply

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Ciara. You are so right. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
The equations we share with our siblings are so strange, we hate them sometimes but then love them equally and with all our being.
He pinched your sausage and your stamps and after all the years of remembering, you realize how much you love him.
Siblings teach us so much about ourselves. We are blessed to have them.
A very touching poem that expresses beautifully, the truth of sibling relationships.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Alas, he died eight years ago which makes me reflect more on those earlier days. Squabbles yes, but .. read more
AYVID N

2 Years Ago

I'm so sorry for your loss, dear Chris...
You are so welcome always. Take care.
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Gee
Lovely.
I'm not at all close to my mob. Since mum passed I have had little or no contact with any of them, seems mum was the glue that held us all in place. Can't say I miss them either!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thanks Gee, pleased you enjoyed the read. You reminded me that my own grandchildren say I am the glu.. read more
Chris this brought up thoughts of how little things periodically crop up in our memories retrieving past emotions long buried. Some of these are good but some not so good. Loved the flow of the poem and the story.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanjs fir stopping by to share your thoughts Soren. Much appreciated. All the best.
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Beautiful Chris a lovely wistful reflection. Those Penny Reds are worth a few quid these days. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Tony. Yes a penny red would be worth having. A penny black even more so. Loved my stamp co.. read more
Chris- it is plain to see the kind of relationship you had with your siblings I reflect on mine, and all I can recall is primarily negative. My two youngest, my brother, and a sister have passed. My immediate younger brother I haven't seen or heard from in quite a few years.

Take care - Dave

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Fortunately the sibling squabbles didn't carry into adult years. I have always had good relationship.. read more
Oh Chris, that last stanza just hit hard and to the core! Such deeply personal truth. The penny red stamp deflated my lungs. This is the opposite of the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang dinner scene which is iconic of my childhood. Oh dear me. Loved the poem and I will keep to my further musing after leaving this beautiful page. /Freds.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

You leave a beautiful review on this page Freds. Know you are appreciated my friend. A big thank you.. read more
What a recollection bank. Those are the moments when you're alone and you smile big. No one is around. That moment is for you. You grin and take a brief stroll. Just spoke to my brother and all we do is laugh. Nice Chris.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

So write duff, I smile big when I look back on my days with my parents and siblings. The positives f.. read more
Those situations when we were young somehow do come back for a visit when we get older and bring along a smile with them to share. I have many fond memories of tormenting my sister and her returning the favor when we were young. Now that we are both very much older... I still do to her questioning, "Will you ever grow up?" This poem was fun to read Chris. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased you can relate willweb. Thank you for leaving your thoughts. Much appreciated.

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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