Poem’s to praise something common

Brother’s bruise

So round and blended edges fade
blue and mauve and purple shades
into fair skin, slightly indented in.
Badge of honour, badge of pride,
mother says you should hide.
I look at your bruise and then I say
“Your are the proof he did not sway.
She’ll not mess with you again
or she’ll get more than proof and pain”
so round and bold you are
next time i’ll get you a scar.