Every year I get older
I’ve grown an inch since last I checked
And my face isn’t as round as it used to be
My voice has started to sound a little more like my mothers,
The beautiful woman I can only compare myself to.
But while I’m so focused on my own growth, I fail to notice
How big my brother has gotten
How his cheeks are slimming out
His voice is maturing, too.
I now realize how small he still seems to me, how selfish I’ve been
not to ask him about himself
If singing to flowers stimulates their growth
And we are growing from the same garden,
shouldn’t I be singing?
Damon McMillan • Dec 13, 2023 at 1:47 pm
Wow, this is really beautiful!