O true
Brothers,
O true
boys of my branches,
O true
men of my heart’s tree,
O well
planted oaks,
Drivers
of my soul!
O only
boys with whom I share toys,
Blackberries,
and mother’s pies,
(and
not upset my dolls and joys ),
Be
raised!
O
those who sailed the ship’s imagined veins,
O
those who flew the paper airplanes,
Empathize!
O Subject
of my happiness,
O
Object of my gathering,
O Hunters of the deer,
O Hunters of the deer,
O
Partakers of the family meal,
O
Listeners who don’t grow restless,
Read me!
