Richard, My Brother
Richard, my brother, was never the "other"
Parents deemed us a perfect fit
We never fought, though custom said we ought
I was truly blessed because of it
But as we got older, love's warmth grew colder
We became as strangers, he and I
Silence, now the measure of our lost treasure
Does he, as I do, wonder why?
For Nathan Lecesse's contest "Sibling Rivalry"
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
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