Good Brothers Poem by freda bishop

good brothers are
there for you
they let me
go to sleep
in his bed
he will sleep
in my bed
when i sleep
in his bed
then my mom
tells us to
go to bed
then we get
up from bed
sometimes we get
up when she
tells us to
get up every
day we sometimes
listen to her
my sister sometimes
listens to her
but not alot
but sometimes she
listens to her
but not alot

from: dawn marie bishop