Poem from Josiah to Baby Brother

From Number One to Number Two

My peeps tell me I'm havin' a "brother,"
but the truth is I just figured out how to call my mother,
I'm much more interested in important things like tee-tee*,
and loud trucks and waking up to listen to the birdees.

I like other kids and I wish I had one of my own,
then I wouldn't have to pound my preludes on the piano alone,
but as usual I ask for one thing and get another,
I wanted a friend but instead I'm getting something called "brother."

*Josiah's word for whatever we find in his diaper.

Cameron