We are clan proud of our young’uns.
Me with my seven and brother with more. 
He always did beat me running, chasing,
Climbing, rock throwing and chess. 

‘Course me being a girl was his excuse
when defeat brought yells and tears.
It just seemed to be in stone, he first,
Me, second and hoping for someday. 

Someday came and I would gladly 
Pitch it well over the cliff to gone forever. 
His Addison and Caleb Edward, gone 
When only just pipped. Mine all safe. 

No answers to why, only a big hole left
for soft talk, sighs and long thoughts.
Contests are for kids, brothers are 
For grown times with a place to lean,