The Sons of Katie Elder make such noise!
Dad’s fast asleep, despite his three grandsons?
waving their toy pistols, kiddy cowboys?
shouting to be heard above John Wayne’s guns.

Mom sits out in the kitchen, where the din?
is slightly less ear-splitting, with her boys.?
We try to talk, but can’t seem to begin;?
glad for the kids and their disruptive toys.

The doctors say it’s spreading quickly now.
It still seems like there must be some mistake.
Mom does what women do, fights through somehow?
to give him what he needs when he’s awake;

still throws the curtains wide each day at dawn?
to what remains of winter’s weakening sun.

Articles by Burt Myers