Brothers

Brothers

Brothers,

Yup,

These are them,

James, John, Peter and Philip,

The leader,

Speak no evil,

Hear no evil,

And, see no evil,

Can’t speak for my brothers,

I’m the hear no evil,

I look at each one,

(And, I assure you each one is looking at me, and the others, too),

With love,

I love that each one is alive today,

We are scattered, but fully bonded,

My mother took a picture of us,

In swimsuits she made,

She was an artist,
The lawyer (like her Dad),

Could talk either side of any issue,

And, the best Mom ever,

My father was a wonderful Dad,

An intellect, a philosopher,

An ambassador, a facilitator,

Stern, but unbelievably kind,

A family man,

A poker player,

Right, boys!

A “Great to see you, so what do you think about this newest book…”

When we get together,

We hug,

We hug hard!

We all have our own ideas,

We all respect each other,

We are all we have,

I love my brothers,

I love my brothers!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 12, 2014