a scream a real pain scream
what is it
he hit me and took my car away
he is your brother
but he stole it
you live under the same roof
he cannot steal
but it is mine
why not share
not with him he is ugly
he is the same flesh and blood
but i hate him
hate is a strong word
i don’t love him
that is cruel
remember when he helped you
when you where afraid of the dark
i still hate him
he annoys you that is all
and you respond
we love each other in this house
dry those eyes
come here give back the car
sorry mum
don’t apologize to me
apologize to him
sorry
say it properly and give him a hug
sorry
that is better
friends now
i think so
it can be this simple
velvetmedia 
“That’s me!” . . . as mother of three boys I’m only too familiar with all those little (big!) brotherly disagreements. Nicely written.
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and they happen so often thanks for looking in
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ha..it can be this simple…but often it’s not…good when mom is there to make them have peace again…
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sometimes mom works sometimes not
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Very Pinteresque. This a suggestion only – not sure you need last 2 lines – or last one – or maybe there’s an irony there too and there’s some extra space that threw me off. Wonderful poem though. k.
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Actually I take all that back – the last two lines are perfect. I was reading again. Thanks. k.
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peace can not be dictated but it can be cultivated…can it be this easy? what of restitution for the car…is forgiveness without that real or just surface…oy this one would be a fun debate…
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a debate would be so many avenues could be taken all the best
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Marvellous piece ~ ah, mothers 🙂
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I relate to this on a level I cannot describe.
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Thank you i wanted to leave it open to it’s many meanings
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