Treasure Island

Evelyn Macdonald

(Leven, Fifeshire, Scotland)

For Bill - My Brother


Who was aged five when I was born
My brother
Who hid my toys and broke my dolls
My brother
Who avoided his sister at school all day
My brother
Who tolerated my teenage years
My brother
Who as an adult became a friend
My brother
Who mellowed with each passing year
My brother
Who supported my desire to immigrate
My brother
Who was there when others weren't
My brother
Who buried our parents while I was gone
My brother
Who cherished every visit I made
My brother
Who had his ticket to visit me here
My brother
Who unexpectedly died this year
My brother

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Edited: Thursday, March 27, 2008

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