Some day I won’t have to ask the question: Why do siblings war?
This I know.
Tattered hearts are the consequence.
It is said by some that soon you will be the best of friends. And so I listen
from the next room, and wonder and think
it is said so assuredly, but that slippery truth isn’t now,
only some day. You know what I think?
Some day, if you are lucky, you will long to share breakfast with your brother
and he’ll live miles away. Or he may be
distracted, distressed or in a disagreement with you.
Life seems to get in the way
of some day. As for today,
as you kick and scream on the couch demanding
your own way
I can only listen from the other room and pray, for some day.