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,