Sibling Camaraderie

Remember that time
wading to the caves
St Martin’s summer

How the tide rushed in
Atlantic pulling us apart
my body weak with laughter

How you shouted, coaxed –
once ashore we collapsed
wet but warm, hearts flooded.

(My brother and I weren’t raised together, as his father abducted him at age 10.  Reunited years later, I treasure the moments we get to spend together, even though they are few and far between.  Image my own.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

30 thoughts on “Sibling Camaraderie

  1. Powerful poetry and an even more powerful story VJ. It’s like the universe has broken you open in so many incredible and difficult ways – so that you could become the poet that you were always destined to be. Grateful for you. And your words. Happy Easter my friend. Andrea xo

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  2. What a wonderful poem. Reminded me of my brother. He’s many years older than I am and so there are fewer memories I have of our childhood together. nevertheless it’s a lifelong bond which I cherish dearly.

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