Boys

My mother wrote this about her boys.


Boys are noise.

Popping bags,
Slamming doors,
Scraping chairs
On wooden floors,
Piercing whistles,
Pounding feet,
Happy shouts
Of victory,

Boys are noise.

But,
A boy is also joy.

Tenderness when least expected,
Open revulsion at ideas tainted,
Seeker of truth,
Lover of beauty,
Dreamer of dreams,
Seeing his duty,

A boy is joy.