Brothers

I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering about the meaning of life because at that time life had no meaning only to be lived and enjoyed in the moment And I wondered Was it better then as a tear climbed downward on the lines carved deeply in a face that had Seen so much and loved so fervently Those days when a sandlot became an arena and the ringing of laughter echoed Through a neighborhood Where there were skinned knees and sprained ankles but hearts were left Unharmed and the gladiators had not seen 13 yet While skirts were still a reason for giggling and it was more important to reach first base from the hot corner than it was To acknowledge her smile because We were warriors with a common bond BROTHERS