Thursday evening poetry

Vic:

you are on the steps among the gangs

laughing, ruffling hair, mock fighting

always smiling, always cheeky

happy, amazingly so,

when you see me, you come over,

grinning, cheeky,

Vic, my brother,

and so we walk and talk

you tell me all about it

and it is never boring,

no it's amazing your life,

considering,

I remember you telling me

about your dad,

and I remember

something else

when the stormy weather came

you and I slept side by side in the grime and squalor,

safe and chaste,

brother and sister

You are a shining light, brother,

stay safe and live with joy as you do

I would say you are amazing

but you already know that.