My Bro and His Boys

A poem I wrote in college

This is my brother
These are his boys
They live a mile high
in a place a thousand miles away
in a two story house
with a small yard outside

It feels me with joy
every time I see these three
I love them so much
I just can't wait to see them again
They are so relaxed, so peaceful
as I look happily at them

My nephews are the best
Nicholas with his dark hair and eyes
always wanting to play
Hunter with his light hair and eyes
the spitting image of his father
They are a wondrous sight

Though they may not be rich
nor perfect at all times
seeing them together makes me believe
my brother is luckier than he knows
This is my brother
and these are his boys