Owing to the inordinate amount of bus traveling I did today, this poem is inspired by the Metro (non-uk ppl: this is a free paper you get on the bus)
My brother has physiotherapy.
My muscles will weaken and waste without it
My brother has round the clock specialist care.
Mum will just have to do the best she can with me.
My brother has sensors incase he stops breathing.
They won’t find me until morning.
My brother is one of the lucky ones.
I’m cutting the deficit.
Tom Juniper Poetry 