In a time I half remember
I was only four or five
Now I know it was September
When my brother came alive
With an sense of some foreboding
Hanging heavy in the air
Shoulders hunched beneath the loading
I sat on the bottom stair
I don't know much more about it
That is all my memory
And I have no cause to doubt it
When my brother came to be
Author notes
Memories from when you are that age seem to be in very short bursts. I remember all sorts of odd moments that I cannot tie to a date or place, but I know this one was 23rd September 1962, when my middle brother was born 
Please tell me honestly what you think, good or bad.
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Nice little pome.
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Fun write here. Trying to recapture childhood memories can be like trying to grab onto a cloud; it seems to float away.
In this line:
I sat on the bottom stare
Did you mean "stair?" as in staircase?
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I did, thank-you, good spot, fixing.
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