poetry and prose about place

the influence of brothers

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the influence of brothers


she says

I feel memory blue

today I found your brother’s G.I. Joe combat jeep

inside its trunk   a canvas tent    little zippered sleeping bags    plastic explosives    tiny guns

just as he put it all away

last day he played


I laugh

she says

you wait

your son will grow

and leave his toys behind


she misunderstands

I am remembering the day I found my box of Barbie

nylon dresses impossible buttons   plastic heels   and

inside her vanity with opening drawers

Barbie’s teeny tiny cold cream jars   her nail polish  her comb

and her



hand grenade






Copyright 2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

November 26, 2014 at 7:20 am

Posted in family history

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  1. Wonderful poem! I liked the the unexpected twist at the end.



    November 26, 2014 at 11:29 pm

    • Hi. Thanks! My brother told me his children later played with the jeep and its gear! Jane


      jane tims

      November 27, 2014 at 7:05 pm

  2. I assume that was Mom. She taught me to save all my things. In spite of attempts to put the past away, the GI Joe Jeep saw much action as that brother played with his own children and GI Joe and Ken found renewed use. Sadly the Jeep sits idle now, all packed up again, awaiting a new play mate. The sad part is I do remember putting it away as a kid after setting it all up and realizing at that time, I did not have the imagination to play with them. Time is so funny.


    Stan Sapvold

    November 26, 2014 at 9:21 am

  3. Beautiful, funny and poignant…the last line is priceless.


    Carol Steel

    November 26, 2014 at 8:19 am

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