Brother

I have a brother whom
I have never met
but his existence is something
I can never forget.

He died as a baby
before I was born,
from our parents side
he was cruelly torn.

I have one blurred photograph
of him
sitting on a beach,
he smiles at the camera
but is forever out of reach

I would visit his grave
where he lay alone for years
until our parents joined him,
and now each visit ends in tears,

tears of happiness that
they are reunited
and tears of sadness
for a love unrequited.

baby bed blue blur
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