When I left home the first Christmas after was a killer. I learned later, much much later, that my baby brother cried inconsolably. It is something I could not take back or remedy. When I married and left for good, mum cried at the airport and my brother stood strong and held her. He broke down in the car on the way home. There is a bond between brothers that cannot be broken. I feel this poem. I think I have lived it as well. Thanks for sharing.
2013-08-26

shells
Sounds like you had mixed feelings and misgivings. Loved the final 3 lines. Is there another poem to be written after he has gone?
2013-08-24