I was the second of two
Which was sad as a wee lad
I was bad news for my bro
He bullied me so I was sad
If Ma would see the fine day
"Off you go my little ones"
She would send us out to play
Brother jumped and broke my arm bone
Soon worked out he's enemy
Chose my friends as he was bad
Once left me high in a tree
Other kids came so I was glad
Broken bones and bruises too
Soon taught me to choose my mates
Saw him at home; outside adieu
So left him at the garden gates
We both grew up quite apart
He teased me when we were home
But different schools for a start
Then later, off I went to roam
Saw little of him for years
He wed twice to stunning girls
Both brides ended it with tears
That's life as it's all twists and twirls
But I still remember him
And the girls that he let go
Shouldn't have chose a life grim
Just started so wrong years ago
Such difficult memories woven together with great aplomb
ReplyDeleteI understand the sentiment in your poem, Jim. I have a younger sister like that.
ReplyDeleteApologies, Robin, I'd just read Jim's poem!
DeleteSome people it's best to walk away from even if they're family. But it's sad that they are their own worst enemies.
ReplyDeleteSome families are like that. Sad, but just because we're related doesn't mean we'll be friends. I have two much older brothers, and one managed to alienate every single other family member, so he's alone now. Healthier for the rest of us. Sad for him.
ReplyDeleteThis is sad, but good write,
ReplyDeleteSome souls persist in getting in their own way. One always wonders often how siblings can be so opposite. Great poem, Robin.
ReplyDeleteSometimes its lije that, sad but happ you got the chance to walk away
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Wednesday
Muchđź’–love
Brothers have been at each others throat for ages, since Adam and Eve's sons, Cain and Abel. One killed the other. I like your rhyme, I've pretty much abandoned them for conservation of time, you please us with many.
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These rivalries happen often but then some stay forever. Well rendered and felt too familiar.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting write, as the oldest of three girls (have to confess I felt superior) we remain connected and the best of friends well into our 70s.
ReplyDeleteI'm a middle child... That alone says a lot.
ReplyDeleteThere's an old Jewish saying...
ReplyDeleteblood is thicker than water
and so is chicken soup!
Society sells us all these images of happy families, so it can be really hard to face up to the truth that a family member can be a really toxic human. Letting go is an act of compassion we owe ourselves in that case.
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