Siblings
I wrote this a while back, but have held off posting it because I was wiaitng to hear back from a magazine that have VERY strict publishing code. Since Main Street Rag rejected it, I'm posting it everywhere. 'Cause I can.
Siblings
for Robby
Skined knee:
ow, ow, ow!
“Momma, he pushed me again!”
Your corner, my band-aid,
and tears from both of us.
Later, your little hand in mine,
that impish grin,
those repentant curls.
Brother,
even if sinew and bone
didn’t bind us together,
I’d drive all night
just to hear you laugh.
Siblings
for Robby
Skined knee:
ow, ow, ow!
“Momma, he pushed me again!”
Your corner, my band-aid,
and tears from both of us.
Later, your little hand in mine,
that impish grin,
those repentant curls.
Brother,
even if sinew and bone
didn’t bind us together,
I’d drive all night
just to hear you laugh.