In The Crisp December Sunshine

The sun was warm on that first December afternoon.
It danced off your eyes and rested on your cheeks.
I love watching you two together.
You were meant to be brothers.
You were meant to be mine.

I chased you both through the park.
I was a monster.
I took bites of you when I caught you.
You giggled while I nibbled at your arms,
at your cheeks,
at your tummy.
You boys are delicious.

The pom-poms on your hat bounced happily as you ran ahead.
Your boots were too big but you ran strong and fast anyway.
Big brother walked with me,
and I held his warm and growing hand in mine
while we followed you down the park path
in the crisp December sunshine.