My Baby Brother’s Birthday
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My baby brother’s birthday
was a fabulous affair.
The birthday cake was in his lap.
The frosting in his hair.
He threw the ice cream at the walls;
it splattered on the rug.
And then he dumped his apple juice
in mommy’s coffee mug.
He tore the wrapping paper off
of all his brand new toys,
then pounded them to see which ones
would make the loudest noise.
We’ve never had a party that
was such fantastic fun.
I guess they’re simply better
when your brother’s turning one.
— Kenn Nesbitt
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Reading Level: Grade 3
Topics: Birthday, Holiday Poems, Other Holidays, Poems about Friends and Family
Poetic Techniques: Alliteration, Narrative Poems, Superlatives
About This Poem
A publisher asked me to write some poems for a book, and one of the topics I suggested was a poem about baby's first birthday. While I don't exactly remember my own first birthday, I do remember the first birthdays of each of my children. We gave them each their own entire cake, which they proceeded to eat with their hands and face. It made a huge mess, but it sure was fun to watch. I also noticed that, as soon as they learned to walk, the first thing they did was destroy everything within their reach. Babies want to touch everything, bang everything, and taste everything. A lot of stuff gets broken in the process. So, for this poem, I thought it would be a good idea to just write about babies doing what babies do best; making noise and causing chaos
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