Robert Winthrop Poems
- A Brother's Touch When we were kids and sent to bed When ...
- Grandma's Apron Are aprons passé? There may still be a ...
- Lone Kid On The Block I just saw in the paper that a friend ...
- The Blue-Plate Special When I was newly married and adjusting...
- Night Sounds One night when I was safe in bed, I counted ...
- I Lived On Pleasant Street When I was six and in first grade,...
- A Brave Friend I had a friend who lost a leg While in the ...
I was born and raised in Hannibal, Missouri, a stone's throw from Mark Twain's boyhood home on Hill Street. I twice won first prize for my verses in the local literary competition. After graduating from college, I became an English and journalism teacher for several years. Later I studied computer science and became a technical writer. As part of my job I lived and worked in Paris, France, for a ... more »
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A Brother's Touch
When we were kids and sent to bed
When dusk had barely passed,
My brother Tom and I would play
A game, "I Touched You Last."
We'd lie there in our double bed
Where nothing could be seen,
And then a hand would slowly snake
Across the space between.
"I touched you last, " we'd say and then
Edge back across the bed.
The other one would wait awhile,
Pretending to be dead.
Then he would reach one finger out
And touch the other's arm.
"I touched you last! " he'd shout with glee
Then scoot away from ...