Brotherly Love

We wished so dearly
to have two children
close in age.
We dreamt of the joy
they would have in each other.

We wished for two boys
and our wish came true.
First there was Big brother -
two years later – Little brother.

Life doesn’t always go as one plan.

Little brother will never run -
romping around with his big brother
as we had seen in our dreams.

Still – on good days -
when life smiles at Little brother,
then he can sit in his chair.

Big brother comes -
”Wanna play?”

He puts toys in the hands
of his little brother -
toys that are just as easily retracted.

A balloon – dancing on a string.
Big brother pushes it -
Little brother is watching.

Big brother is kissing.
Pats his Little brother on the cheek -
patting him – just a little bit too hard,
just like big brothers do.

On good days it looks as if
Little brother is right here amongst us -
in the world outside his own head.

Then it looks as if he’s enjoying himself!

Big brother loves his little brother
above everything in this world.
I’m certain that Little brother
loves his big brother the same way.

Who’s saying
that they can’t have joy in each other -
just because Little brother is like he is
and not exactly as we ordered him?

(From my blog Inagh og gutta 2007)