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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 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

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

1 Year Ago

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


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Sibling rivalry is a natural process reflecting the competition whereby exercising the strongest and the fittest survive instinct.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks Andrew for stopping by. Pleased to say our childhood spats went. Since we have grown up we ge.. read more
andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

There’s always a pecking order but it settles with maturity.
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

You are so right Andrew:)
There's a word for people who haven't wished a sibling or five dead, I think it's liar 🙄
And yes, my sister always got the extra sausage too, and still has the cheek to live! I think she got away with it because she was youngest, but did she really get away with anything? I used to call her my little sis, but now I call her my size of a house sis 😊


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hey Lorry, thank you stopping by and especially saying it like it is. Well, like it was:) We all got.. read more
sibling rivalry, the stuff of family legends. did he ever replace your penny red? doubt it, otherwise it wouldn't still be an issue LOL. same in every close knit family I think. my sister is responsible for the first stitches I ever had, nearly 50 yrs ago. To this day, even though I have had countless surgeries and stitches due to sports injuries, all of which have left greater train tracks on my skin than her trifling kick caused, I haven't ever let her forget. And she hasn't ever let me forget she was the one. all of which is preferable to never ever talking to one another, which I have seen other families fall victim too.
PS, if I asked your brother what crimes of omission might he add to the docket??

loved the poem Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Love your response Ken and the share about your sister. My brother would have told you, in my anger .. read more
Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

sorry to hear of the loss chris.
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Ken. Have a great day :)
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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