Brothers

We are not blood brothers

We are both adopted

We grew up together

as close as can be

the games we played,

the exploring we did.

We were always distressed when apart.



I liked food a lot,

My brother loved climbing

he taught me how

he helped me down more than once.



One day my brother went on a trip and did not return,

a sadness I did not understand seeped into our house.

I heard my brother from time to time

and caught a glimpse of him now and then

but I could never catch up with him after that day.



Early one spring morning I saw him by the pond

under the tea-house.

I ran out in joy.

This time we met and greeted each other,

he was different somehow

wiser and lighter but still with that twinkle in his eye

as he challenged me to a race down the driveway.

It was still a little dark

I ran after him at full speed

he was always faster

as we got to the top of the driveway

I felt I could catch up with him

I always had more endurance,

as we crossed the road

I did catch up with him.



All of a sudden there was a tremendous LIGHT

and a ROAR.

Then my brother and I were flying

together again into the dawns early light.



Last Photo of Silas

by
Olof