My Brother Bill Poem by David Harris

My Brother Bill

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This is the sad true story about my brother Bill
who was four years older than me.
He was born and then tossed aside by his mother
who left him to his father’s parents to raise,
then promptly disappeared out of his life forever.
My grandparents brought him up
hoping his father would take care of him
when he returned from the war.
His father also my dad returned from the war
married with another son and didn’t want to know.
They gave him a nickname in private
so no one else would know.
In private, they always called him Dopey.
My sister and I were told
our grandparents had adopted him
and he was nothing to do with us.
When my dad’s parents died in 1958 and 59
plans were made to come back to England
where my mother’s parents were still alive
and leave Bill far behind.
Then as his mother had done eighteen years before
his father abandoned him as well.
For a while, he had to live on the streets
taking handout from where ever he could.
He was arrested for vagrancy and sent to jail.
Getting out he got himself a job and began to build a life.
He got married and started a family,
until one night he came home
and found his wife in bed with another man,
and a divorce followed and he was alone again.
Then after 25 years, his job vanished
and he had to find another.
One day in 2000, he got a telephone call
and did not know whether to believe it or not.
It was a call he never thought he would ever get,
a call from his younger brother - me.
As we talked on the phone, some truths came to pass
his brother and his sister did not know about him.
They were told he had been adopted
and were nothing to do with them.
However, I had found the truth,
which incensed my mother enough to disown me.
We met one another for the first time
after forty-two years in 2001 and again in 2002.
In 2003, this sad story ends,
in the March of that year
Bill succumbed to a heart attack.
His final words were a testament to his life.
No one loved me enough to care.
The sad truth is someone did
and that someone was me.
We never had enough time together,
circumstances kept us apart,
but he was my brother
and will remain in my heart.


2 November 2009

Authors Note:

The facts are as Bill told them to me. A sad refrain to a wonderful guy who was tainted by my parents as being bad and no good. If the truth were known he was probably better than the both of them. He was a guy who would give you the shirt of his back if you needed it. My brother Bill, may he now rest in peace.

DVH - 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 02 November 2009

David, this is so sad; the only happy part, was you took him in again, you crossed the barrier of time and distance, as best you could, considering the groundwork laid by your family before you had a chance to learn the truth. I am so glad you found out what was real and what was fictional and had the guts to stand up against it and embrace your brother for himself again. I don't see how they could stand themselves really after what they did; but they are your family, so try not to judge them too much; sometimes it's easier on our minds to just try to believe that people did the best they knew how and we can't really hold them more accountable than that, however much our conscience tells us difference. You did all that you could humanly do, and should be able now to live with yourself. God bless you David. I'm so glad for having learned this about your life..(smile)

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Carol Gall 02 November 2009

so very sad david im sorry that happened to him but you did get to see him im happy for that 10

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Lynda Robson 02 November 2009

A sad story David, how cruel of your parents, and a shame you and he never had enough time, it saddened me to read this, but I'm glad you wrote it as a tribute to him, he will never be forgotten by you for sure, 10 Lynda xx

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