Robert Winthrop Poems
|2.||A Sonnet To Youth||1/20/2012|
|5.||The Old Water Tower||1/21/2012|
|8.||My Uncle And Mark Twain||1/21/2012|
|10.||The Last Ones Chosen||1/21/2012|
|11.||The Real Shoeless Joe||1/21/2012|
|13.||A Fortunate Meeting||1/21/2012|
|14.||Happy Days, Hannibal Style||1/21/2012|
|15.||...And Come Back A Star||1/21/2012|
|16.||A Brave Friend||1/21/2012|
|17.||I Lived On Pleasant Street||1/21/2012|
|18.||The Blue-Plate Special||1/19/2012|
|20.||Lone Kid On The Block||1/21/2012|
|22.||A Brother's Touch||1/19/2012|
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 ...
The Blue-Plate Special
When I was newly married and adjusting to the life,
I went to see my mother and complained about my wife.
I wasn't kind then to my wife I really must confess.
Her cooking wasn't up to par; she left the sink a mess.
My mother listened carefully to all I had to say,
And then she smiled and gave advice I think of everyday.
Said she, "The object of one's heart
Cannot be ordered a la carte."