Mary Ann Hoberman has written a number of poems about siblings. Here's one from the book The Llama Who Had No Pajama: 100 Favorite Poems (1998).
Brother
I had a little brother
And I brought him to my mother
And I said I want another
Little brother for a change.
But she said don’t be a bother
So I took him to my father
And I said this little bother
Of a brother’s very strange.
But he said one little brother
Is exactly like another
And every little brother
Misbehaves a bit he said.
So I took the little bother
From my mother and my father
And I put the little bother
Of a brother back to bed.
Poem © Mary Ann Hoberman, 1998. All rights reserved.

The Little Sister Store
When my silly little sister
Knocks my blocks down on the floor,
I tell her I will sell her
At the little sister store.
She knows I'm only joking,
That there isn't such a shop;
But even though she knows it--
As least it makes her stop!
My Big Brothers
When my big brothers have a fight,
Each one thinks that his is right.
(The only time that they agree
Is when they both gang up on me!)
Poems © Mary Ann Hoberman, 1991. All rights reserved.
Relatively Speaking: Poems About Family, written by Ralph Fletcher with drawings by Walter Lyon Krudop, is a collection of 42 poems that together provide a loving picture of a family as they move through the year waiting on the arrival of a new baby. Told by a young boy, they are funny and poignant.
My Big Brother
Explained to me
about Santa Claus,
showed me how
to light a match,
taught me
my first curse.
Now he's sixteen
obsessed with friends,
girls, cars,
lifting weights
and I'm nowhere
on that list.
Poem © Ralph Fletcher, 1999. All rights reserved.
Poem © Ralph Fletcher, 1999. All rights reserved.

Snooping
One good thing about a little sister
is that if I give her a boost
she can reach
that mysterious box
hidden
on the top shelf.
One bad thing about a little sister
is that she can't keep secrets.
When my secrets
are inside Emma,
they leak out slowly,
like air out of a balloon,
or fast —
in one enormous
Tattletale Explosion.
Poem © Kristine O'Connell George, 2011. All rights reserved.

Learning to Tie Our Shoes
Every time I tie my shoe,
I think of me, I think of you,
And how the laces, side by side,
Are so much stronger when they're tied.
As one loop goes around the other,
So we twins bond — sister, brother —
Safely knotted, like a shoe,
You to me, and me to you.
Poem © Jane Yolen, 2012. All rights reserved.
Thanks for mentioning Pat's and my twin book.
ReplyDeleteTwo revisions on the mention of TAKE TWO
Se we twins bong — sister, brother — should read
So we twins bond (otherwise it sounds as if they are smoking dope in the womb!) LOL
And that patricular poem is actually © Jane Yolen. We carefully noted in the acknowledgements which poet wrote which poem.
Jane
Ha ha ha! Thank you for catching my mistakes. I thought I had caught them all! And apologies for the copyright information. I should have remembered to check the note about this.
DeleteI actually loved this collection, so I was surprised it didn't get more attention.
Oh, and corrections made!
DeleteMy sister phoned me to wish me a happy sibling day. It was weird! I'd never heard of this holiday! Ironic, that I'd just read THE CROSSOVER by Kwame Alexander -- all about siblings.
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