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A Brother's Sons
I envy them their youth,
These two strong boys
- A Brother's sons.
Lithe muscled frames
of coiled aggression
ready for the world.
A violent grace in motion
that I had in my youth,
if only in my mind.
A confidence in self
that feared no adversary.
I was a real bad ass
in my mind
but was not built for violence.
Each twice the boy I was
they impress me.
I watch them play~fight
In well determined vitality,
and I long to jump right in.
To pit this old body gainst their youth,
Yet I fear that they will hurt me.
Though something primal in me wants
to hurt them ... and smash them,
just to prove I could.
But I sit back and watch
and veil those darker thoughts,
As that feeling goes away,
something else takes hold,
as they grapple back and forth
a something close to pride,
to be related.
My Brother's Boys -
Two of
"The best sons an Uncle could have".**
And a hope
that my own son
Will be but half the boy
These each are,
and twice the man I am.
** Twas once said to me, by my sisters son Andrees, that I was the best Uncle a
son could have. That meant a lot to me.**
W.A.Mogollon
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