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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460717" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0252 To my elder brothers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I think of you more often nowadays, I don’t know why; <br>how is it now with you? <br>And are you still somewhere – if you ever were -<br>that I might talk to you? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will I one day meet you, talk with you, <br>and know just how it was? <br>Or do you, I wonder, ever think of me? <br>And if you do, do you regret<br>the fun we never had, the games we never played? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How different, I really wonder, would I be now, <br>if you were here - well, you’d be getting on now, <br>but there would be so much to look back on…<br>(and would our funerals maintain the order of our birth?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What was it like? Did you have some choice, <br>that made you turn back when so nearly born? <br>You know that you were loved, with all the love<br>that Mum and Dad had poured into their wedding vows, <br>not so very long before; all the love<br>poured into each other and their lives…<br>was there some choice? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Did you hear something<br>within that cosy cave of flesh – Dad’s angry voice, perhaps, <br>knowing that this was one event<br>he wasn’t able to control? So that you turned back<br>halfway along the scary dark tunnel of love? That’s not a thought<br>I care to have. But I fought Dad, and just about survived..<br>and loved him, too, when I was very young…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mum – do you, I wonder, think – or know - what it must have been<br>for her? The biggest tiny present<br>that she could have given to Dad<br>taken from them, twice? <br>Did you know, you second one, <br>that the first had turned back too? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, as some wry joke, I say, when people ask<br>as people do - meaning always something that’s unsaid -<br>‘Are you an only child? ’ – I say, <br>all aggressive-defensive-like, <br>‘I’m the youngest of three miscarriages…’<br>and remember – that I never knew you<br>but I miss you so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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how is it now with you? 
And are you still somewhere – if you ever were -
that I might talk to you? 

Will I one day meet you, talk with you, 
and know just how it was? 
Or do you, I wonde..."></div>
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