Brothers

Leonard and Joseph were brothers,

Born less than 2 years from each other,

They shared the same classes and got into trouble,

In school they caused mischief,

It was probably double,

They probably stressed their poor mother when Dad was away,

Working aboard the MacKay-Bennett,

Still they were just boys,

But in time they grew,

And in life as one grows they begin to shift view,

And search for purpose and things of that matter,

As if stepping to plate in life as a batter,

So Leonard the one who was a bit older,

Decided on something that was quite a bit bolder,

He joined the army, although not quite eighteen,

A boy and a man, he was really between,

Still he was brave and fought in The War,

But as the fate of some, they do not endure,

Leonard, the Sapper, a Canadian Engineer,

Was likely the subject of many a prayer,

For he did not return home from The War,

He was buried in Mount Olivet near the Halifax shore,

His brother Joseph likely missed him a lot,

For forget his dear brother, Joseph surely did not,

For when he was married and moved to New York,

He and his wife got a visit from that infamous “stork,”

A baby boy who grew up to be Len,

Named after Leonard,

His brother,

His friend.