poetry

inanimate love

inanimate love

our children sometimes
shove and kick each other
speak harshly and tease
they aren’t always gentle
with a brother’s heart

but you would never guess these things
if you saw the tender way
they work together to buckle in
each inanimate stuffed animal
in the car
both openly concerned about
each little body’s
safety, comfort, and view,
their hearts utterly in tune
when they care for these
beings without blood

2 thoughts on “inanimate love”

  1. Mom says:

    I can attest to this charming routine of sibling stuffy solicitous seat assignment. They may have forgotten a water bottle or sandal but never the souvenir stuffies.

    1. AEOC says:

      Love the alliteration!!!

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