the influence of brothers
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the influence of brothers
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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
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I laugh
she says
you wait
your son will grow
and leave his toys behind
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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
teeny
tiny
hand grenade
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
nichepoetryandprose 
Wonderful poem! I liked the the unexpected twist at the end.
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Sheryl
November 26, 2014 at 11:29 pm
Hi. Thanks! My brother told me his children later played with the jeep and its gear! Jane
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jane tims
November 27, 2014 at 7:05 pm
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.
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Stan Sapvold
November 26, 2014 at 9:21 am
Hi Lee. This is truly a family poem. Jane
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jane tims
November 29, 2014 at 7:08 am
Beautiful, funny and poignant…the last line is priceless.
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Carol Steel
November 26, 2014 at 8:19 am
Hi Carol. Thanks. An absolutely true story! Jane
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jane tims
November 26, 2014 at 9:01 am