Family time.
poetry My little brother is over. He's in college now.
He is home on Thank's giving break.
He sits in our chair, with our dog on his lap.
I fix him food. We talk and argue.
In a disagreeing way.
Nothin' hostile.
He's more bleak.
A cynic I say.
He says, "Yeah."
I learn from him.
And I hope he I.
Maybe.
My little brother is over.
Home on Thanksgiving break from college.
He sits in our chair, with a beer in his hand.
I carry him with me. In my heart,
through our days.
Only love.
He's more bleak.
"Yeah," I think.
Black and white.
Together we are complete.

Reader Comments (2)
Very nice, I like it.
Maggie Ann,
I love your style. Might I post something of yours on Beauty...on the weblog?
Do you have a favorite?
Sheila Ann