I play the friend at times;
at times, I play the Mother,
He plays the dashing Champion;
at times, he plays the brother.
At times, we share the silent strain;
at times, we share the laughter.
At times, we share the questions sought
of what it is we're after.
We share the scuffling, childlike play
of teasing, poking, prodding.
We reach, explore and soar the heights
of ideas we've embodied.
We pass by doors, and open some,
we maybe never should.
We peer down roads
we haven't walked
and maybe never could.
He finds in me what he might need,
and I, of course, in him -
compassion, at selected times,
or frolic's playful whim.
We've come to be the "child" again,
all carefree and unknowing -
letting heal the past old scars,
while we share in the growing.
- The Index -