My brother and I never saw eye to eye. Whether it be religion, politics, or even sports teams we couldn’t agree. Sometimes it seemed that if I said it’s night, he would say it was day. These divisions continued well after childhood, and it led for us living on opposite coasts and following very different lifestyles. Sometimes I miss him. Not the arguments, and definitely not the occasional fisticuffs, but rather the sense of belonging to someone – being a brother. After all we share the same blood and history. But I know full well that we will never have a relationship even now that we are entering a latter years. Those bones of contention are quite real to this day, and sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy. I wish they would lighten, and that I could see my brother again.
dVerse – Prosery: ‘Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.’ (Spring Azures from the book Wild Geese by Mary Oliver.