Fingers through fences
pecked and nibbled
and bitten
by chickens,
beagle pups,
and bunnies.
We were
bare-chested,
blonde and tan
and we ran
barefoot and
we ran hard
turning green grass
brown and
flattening the yard
until the ground was hard-packed
like pavement.
Mom and Dad never had nice things,
a tidy house,
an immaculate lawn
because we three boys
were so filled up
with destructive love
pushing and shoving
laughing and hollering
that it was impossible for us
to slow down,
so windows got busted,
plaster cracked,
and treasures
met their fate.
Oh the damage
little boys
can do.
One response to “little boys”
Your parents may not have had new and shinny things when you were growing up but they had the most important things in life, love and their sons.
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