My brother James, I've never touched your face,
I only talk and text you through the phone.
Your pictures hold a truth I can't erase,
you grew up with no family of your own.
I wish I'd known you in your younger days,
when just a baby you were left behind.
Our parents had their reasons and their ways,
it's shocking though, to me, it was unkind.
In spite of that you grew up a fine man,
never gave up, on finding family.
To meet our parents was part of the plan,
too late, our family's gone and there's just me.
Our sister, brother, parents, passed away,
my origin family gone, there was no other.
Two years ago you called one fateful day,
proud I am now, to say that you're my brother.
An ocean lies between us, that's a fact,
I hope someday to hug you, but who knows?
I wonder if we meet how you'll react,
I guess we'll have to see just how it goes.
This ode's for James, who found me far away,
to England, I hope one day l'll fly.
I really can not wait until that day,
we'll make up then, for all the years gone by.
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