The Two Brothers

such wounded funny men such boys

such self-effacing broadfaced fathers

of dark-eyed sons such husbands such friends

with hands that dote that circled their aunts

that brush past at the sink with incidental touch

that hold each other aloft such men

such wounded funny Catholic boys

such tea-drinking on and off the wagon men

such country boys such eager grazers

of the night sky with one collective eye

such moon walkers hand talkers heart warmers

such tall talers such dream sailors

such brothers such boys such men

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Month of poetry is on again and I am participating. I treasure the poems I wrote last year, capturing daily life with a six to ten week old baby as well as the older girls. The above was inspired by our company for New Year's Eve. We spend a lovely night in a rambling house in Drysdale in the company of very dear friends and some of their extended family. These brothers are two of five boys, and two of the genuinely kindest and most interesting people I have ever met - I am fascinated by their whole family. The kids had a ball, romping around in the gardens in a massive tribe with two dogs, even Avery had the company of four other babies. It was a wonderful night and a magical start to the New Year. The men got the big telescope out and we all lined up to look at the craters on the yellow edge of the moon and dream ourselves up into the timeless sky.