Quid pro quo, my twin broA Poem by MattWheatusYouthful stupidity meant my twin brother and I almost grew apart, but age and time had some pleasant tricks up the sleeveMy mirror image in a rippling pond Alike in looks, yet we pushed for space Fought for dominance, to be up on the pace. Quid pro quo, my twin bro.
Love mixed with envy Me twinned with you Trying to split one identity into two. As we grew up we grew apart I then found a lack of fire in my hearth Reckless youth had cast aside the friendship from birth. Relief, warm and cleansing, as we grew older We got wiser, and the hearth began to smoulder. You then heard for the first time your baby’s heartbeat. Pride and love exploded through me; a fire within that wetted my eyes. I realised my love for you was more than I loved myself and you fathering a child was the most precious prize. I stood back, admiring and proud you’d made the next step first, Feeling a joy without caveat at how age has been our friend The fire of our friendship renewed by another birth. © 2010 MattWheatusAuthor's Note
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Added on February 24, 2010Last Updated on February 24, 2010 Tags: twin, brother, birth, friends, friendship, love, born, relationship, hope AuthorMattWheatusGuildford, Surrey, United KingdomAboutBritish Boy, 28 years old. I'm on the corporate ladder by day, looking for a creative outlet (and constructive feedback) by night! Depending on my mood my words tend to swing from uplifting to depress.. more..Writing
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