It’s now 16 years since my brother, Liam, died from complications connected to his MS. He was as dark as I am fair, with brown eyes that I always envied and a wiry strength that stood him in good stead as he carried out his gardening work. He was my big brother, yet now I’m older than him and that’s not something I can quite wrap my head around. So this poem is for my little big brother.
We never looked alike in any way,
Our hair and eyes as different as could be.
But when together, we had much to say,
With common int’rests binding you and me.
The music that we liked, the books we read
Were oftentimes the same or close in style.
We’d talk of these, and many things you said
Would paint upon my face a cheerful smile.
Now that you’ve gone, a chasm stretches wide
Between contentedness and lonely strife.
An unexpected, unwelcome divide
Has brought a core of sorrow to my life.
I never could replace you with another,
My one and only missed and cherished brother.