Different
When he saw you
You reminded him of his mother,
Not that you look like her
You don’t,
But because he’s your brother
Looking at his other,
Though unlike anyone else
In the family.
Except perhaps Aunt Eleanor,
Do you remember,
Who went wrong during the war,
Ostracized with her children
Who you never saw.
You came good with your family
Who have done well in the city,
Whereas his family is here
In the diminishing rurality
Of England, thriving
Though apart from you.
So he’ll see you again
At the next funeral or wedding,
Amazed how different you look
From the rest,
Quite beautiful and true.
May 2o15.
Copyright by D. J. Brennan, Derbyshire.
