Can't Out Read That Boy

When Jadon was a year, was two,
He would sit with me, with my mom,
For an hour, for two,
And listen quietly and still
To book after book.
We might grow hoarse,
But still he listened.

Today Jadon sat on the couch and read
To his brother, now a year, for an hour,
Using voices, making sounds,
Laughing,
As the love he received before he could
Remember it
Flows to his younger brother.