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Writer's pictureJarlath Busby

The Life of Kevin (He is not the Messiah)



For fourteen years I was the youngest till Kevin came along. This was written to mark his birthday.


The Life of Kevin  (He is not the Messiah)


I recall well nineteen seventy-nine

Thatcher is on the rise

Back then it seemed a simpler time

Village People dancing all in a line

Not queer to my young eyes

 

Forest win the European Cup for Clough

Coe leads in every race

Ali says he has had enough

Seve wins at Lytham from the rough

 Borg is the tennis ace                                                                             

 

Daisy Duke giving me my teenage kicks

Hottest thing on telly

Life of Brian’s on at the flicks

Eating while Paul Daniels’ doing tricks

Instant whip and jelly

 

Then like to the Blessed Virgin before

Miracle boy is born

For Mum was forty-eight or more

And Dad sold French Letters by the score

To earn his daily corn

 

The bairn now was favourite for Mother

They said before his date

Tholing one annoying brother

I did not want or need another

More like twelve years too late

 

As stand-in nanny, I grew to love him

Mistaken for his Dad

I blame myself he keeps so thin

Times I skewered him with the nappy pin

He’s turned out not so bad

 

From Fife to Edinburgh, we’d hit the town

I would jump at the chance

Pints in Finnegan’s guzzled down

We jigged the floor like a pair of clowns

A muppet’s river-dance

 

No new Messiah but now I see him

As a gift from heaven

His loyalty through thick and thin

His core of goodness from deep within

Let’s raise a glass to Kevin


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What a great tribute.

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Loved the descrition, of the late seventies, I was an unwanted youngest who arrived late, a lot less than 14 years but never the less the gap between me and my siblings felt large, by the time I was 13 they'd both left home and I felt bereft. He was a lucky boy to have someone so invested in him.

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Raise a glass to all older siblings, who can do nothing wrong in the eyes of the "baby" of the family.

Good read.

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what a good memory of 1979. i have a brother 14years younger than me, but i left home when he was three. the terrible twos and i'd had enough! once he was passed puberty we got ( and still do get) on very well. A nice tribute to your brother and a good read

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