Bad Baby Brothers

• Chloe Henry, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2019

Bad Baby Brothers

Two big eyes full with water.
A broken car, all he cares for, sorter?
Wet trickly tears sliding down his face.
No more cars 'broooming' all over the place.

Sad screams fill my ears.
His patience quicker than his tears.
There’s no cure to make this stop.
Maybe candy or lolly pops.

My heart filled with mixed emotions.
After all the big commotion.
As my brother stomps into his room.
Slamming the door with a thunderous
BOOM!