Your Poem; OUR KID.(Features) - Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)

Byline: by Graham Wilson

Our kid was nine years older than me He lived through a war and couldn't run round free Deprived of his Dad and clinging on to his Mum He learned very quick how to find some fun.

Sport was his joy and playing with his mates Or watching a film with the Hollywood greats.

Then a young brother arrives - what will he do ?

I'll tell you my friends, now all will ensue.

Ahh 'ehmum, he'd cry, Why me!

Oh,OK then, I'll have him back before tea.

The same complaint but always done, His footy boots cleaned and off we run.

Although he complained, Bob would always know, Our Gra's no trouble and I'll watch him grow.

And so it went on, year after year At the time it was fun but not very clear That Graham's role model was showing him ways To make friends and enjoy life for the rest of his days.

Their Dad was a star but the age gap was great But Bob always knew how to really relate Providing advice when the choices where grey That's why I achieved what I am today I can't ever remember when his temper just flared Only positive actions that showed that he cared.

He moulded my thoughts and guided my ways Something I'll never forget till my dying days.

By Graham Wilson, Rainhill