Brothers...
poem by:
Frank Hornby .
Written
on Feb 08, 2023
"Mike, Billy, and my youngest brother Paul... It's been many, many years...now sadly I don't know you three at all.. With my fading memories of growing up...as us four young Kirkby lads.. ..and eventually I did find out...that we had different dads.. with our caring secretive mother...who never revealed her past.. Our mum probably suffered with her shame...to the very, very last.. We were a disfunctional family...with an unloving, selfish "dad." and I was your oldest brother...a confused, and angry young lad.. after being told at just 14...that us brothers weren't "full blood.. I felt different...out on my own..and it never ever felt good.. I pulled my mind inwards...kept my thoughts locked deeply inside... became sort of a loner...didn't emotionally need anyone...never even tried.. I often think fondly of you all...and hope that you've really done well... ..lived a full, healthy, and happy life...so goodbye..and sadly, farewell."
Tags: Wishful, Love, Sad,
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Michael Wise commented on Feb 10, 2023 at 8:00pm
Heartbreaking. I myself have an "estranged' brother who has broken off from the family, and keeps to himself, for reasons unknown. As he wishes. Very good write, Frank.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Feb 11, 2023 at 9:49am
Hi Mike....thanks for your comment...Yeah, it's like I haven't any brothers anymore...but it's their choice...I lived with a step father who in my early years didn't hesitate to take off his leather belt to me....which built up a hatred in me...I thought he was my real dad..(so glad he wasn't)....best wishes to you Mike....(I look forward to reading another one of your excellent poems)....
Caesar Carine
commented on Mar 23, 2023 at 1:17pm
I feel you brother. I also came from a dysfunctional family.
