Brothers

 Brothers

Two brothers came,

To Grandpa and Grandma’s house,

Eight and five,

So much alive,

And, in love,

Oh,

They fought, too,

Brothers do that,

You always do that!

You always close the door!

Stop that!

Yet,

We heard,

We saw,

We felt,

Love expressed,

I saw one kiss the back of the other’s hand,

And, say,

I love your hands,

At night,

Watching a movie,

Cuddling under a shared blanket,

Eating popcorn,

And, laughing,

Catching a fish in the morning,

Holding a snake in the afternoon,

Brother stuff,

The stuff that binds,

The stuff that reminds,

You,

Me,

How much,

You really,

Love your brother!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 30, 2018

Cannonballs (A Special Poolside Splash)

Cannonballs (A Special Poolside Splash)

“Cannonballs”: a special splash when you are at a pool,

Anyone can make them for you never look the fool,

Just jump up off the diving board and curl into a ball,

Then grab your knees up in the air as to the pool you fall.

Now, as you hit the water your behind will feel the crash,

Yet, up above admir’ng ones will view the largest splash,

Your grandson standing by the edge; he smiles at you, and then,

He holds imaginary sign; yells, “Grandpa that’s a 10!”

Age sixty-five the inward “boy” is welling deep inside,

Your grandson does his “cannonball” and you are filled with pride,

A bigger splash inside your mind you ponder and you map,

Now, jumping even higher; in your hip you sense a “snap”!

A day has passed, it’s morning now; you’re walking rather slow,

You’re on your own “disabled list”, and let the family know,

Still smiling at the memory poolside fun and all,

You taught your grandson how to do a perfect “cannonball”!

Peter Lowell Paulson

August 26, 2018

Breathless Whispers

Breathless Whispers

The summer sounds in quietness,

No human speech is our redress,

The softer sounds in silence hears,

Bare breezes lilt though window sheers.

The feline paw on bedroom sheets,

Arranging nest in new formed pleats,

The crickets serve their fine array,

Arrangements for their concert play.

Yet summer, winter, spring or fall,

All quiet sounds the best of all,

In love I cherish in my keep,

Near breathless whispers while you sleep.

August 15, 2018