A vignette of brotherhood

My sons lie sleeping together in a jumble of blankets and pillows and Legos and stuffed animals.  Grey’s hand in sleep reaches out to touch his brother’s shoulder; a sleeping assurance that he is not alone.  I know someday, perhaps soon, they will be too old and too self conscious for that shared jumble. But I can hope they will always be able to reach a hand to each other, to be sure that they are indeed not alone.


PS their grimace was for the flash disturbing their slumbers.

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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