Here’s a photo of my brother
When he was just a tad

Rosy cheeked and smiling,
He wasn’t the least bit sad

This one is of my father
When he was a grown up lad

But years before there was
Someone to call him Dad.

And look at sister Mary
With a ribbon in her hair

She now has four boys
For whom she says a prayer.

Mother’s life cannot be told
In just four lines of verse

At eighty-six she’s never seen
Much money in her purse.

Dick and Dad
Their features are the same
And Mary, one can tell,
From Mother surely came

But then here am I
The oldest of the three

With a different face
As far as I can see.

I’m pretty sure I was
Born to Mom in '28
For it says just that
On my birth certificate.

My dad paid fifty dollars
To have his oldest son
I wonder what it cost him
To have his other one.

jhs