The Quarrel Poem by Eleanor Farjeon
The Quarrel
I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!
We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,
And said, "Oh, come on!
We can't go on all night—
I was in the wrong."
So he was in the right.
Love the happy ending. Being right is never as important as preserving the relationship.
These little fights are stepping stones to a solid relationship for future.
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Is her brother the author J. Jefferson Farjeon?