It’s funny to me
how are boys can be
so cruel and mean to each other.
Yet at other times
an inner voice chimes,
“You’re supposed to love your brother.”
When we hit the park,
a bit before dark,
I see how deep their love does go.
Out running around
where strange kids abound
their brotherly love starts to show.
It makes me so proud;
I want to scream loud,
“Yup, those two are indeed my boys.”
But I smile instead
and only my head
can ever hear me make some noise.
