One son’s room: the bed

unmade, the clutter of personal treasures

the gallery of framed historic battles,

the cacophony of clothes

in dishevelled piles, the

collection of sporting trophies and paraphernalia

the cascade of the eclectic and roving mind


The other son’s room: his ordered

CD collection, shoes regimentally lined up, the

threatening demeanours of heavy metal heroes, the

dominant speakers of the prized sound system

guitars carefully stored,

possessions minimised in stylized correctness,

controlled and neat


Their similarities are in their faces,

their shared laughter at life’s absurdities,

jointly drawn to endless viewings of favourite comedies,

delight in sorbet and chocolate sweetness


Such is theirs


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