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. 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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  2. 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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