My Family For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my   brother, and sister, and    mother.    Matthew 12:50   (I'm feeling rather nostalgic this year, watching all my grandchildren getting ready to go back to school. It takes me back to my own schooldays. This is the first poem I ever remember writing. I was 7 years old, when I wrote it, and I won first place. Verse 3 was added a year later, when my youngest brother was born.) Vicki is my little sister, Johnny is my brother, And every time I turn around, They're fighting with each other. I have another brother, too, He is so soft and sweet. He is a roly-poly, Because he likes to eat. Then there's my baby brother, He too is soft and sweet. He's a good little baby boy, The kind you'd like to meet. My mother is very pretty, My father is handsome, too. If it wasn't for their loving care, I don't know what we'd do.