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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363641" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For William Verdun Harris<br>My late brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It started years before I was born, <br>but the lie came into being after. <br>I knew nothing of it, why should I? <br>You never question your parents, <br>what they tell you, you believe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore, the lie grew and grew <br>as years folded into one another. <br>The lie became accepted as the truth. <br>Its hurt would not be felt <br>before four score and more had passed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Christmas card with a note from an Aunt. <br>Your half brother Bill would love to hear from you. <br>Half brother? I have no half brother. <br>He is your adopted brother <br>and my adopted uncle, so I was told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, he is your half brother. <br>I investigated what was said. <br>Soon the truth of the lie was revealed. <br>The lie had split two brothers, <br>to the other sides of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through urgent phone calls, I found him. <br>I had to see him, too many years had passed. <br>Who knows how long we had? <br>Travel plans were made, <br>the journey was now set.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After forty-two years, we came face to face. <br>Hug, tears and a family get together. <br>Those lost faces from the other side of the world. <br>We talked and talked into the night, <br>so much to learn and so little time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two weeks went quick and we parted again. <br>The telephone a communication line, <br>but how do you make up so many years, <br>with such little time? <br>The answer is you don’t.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next year we extended our visit, <br>but still it wasn’t long enough. <br>We would never get another year, <br>within months my brother was gone, <br>and for months, I missed his calls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the lie was never retracted, <br>and my sister never got to know, <br>the other brother that she had. <br>She still believes the lie, <br>and won’t accept the truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She does not talk to me, <br>not out of anything either of us has done. <br>The long distant lie is at fault, <br>the guilt no one could admit to, <br>because they felt it would bring great shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a family lies in tatters, <br>a sad story all that remains, <br>about a lie, which almost the truth became. <br>What will the future bring, that’s something we can never tell. <br>I for one, hold no one with any ill will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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My late brother.


It started years before I was born, 
but the lie came into being after. 
I knew nothing of it, why should I? 
You never question your parents, 
what they tell you, you believe.

Therefore, the lie grew ..."></div>
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