I remember
your hand in mine
as we scrambled over
slippery Scottish rocks.
Pulling you up past
ochre seaweed and barnacles
salt wind searing cheeks.
You were so brave.
Little legs leaping
to keep up.
You won’t remember
but we took on the world
that day,
alone against
brooding sky and sea.
Now your legs are so
much longer than mine.
But somehow
still
you’ll always be
my little brother
hand in hand
searching for sea otters
My little brother gets married this weekend. I’m so proud of him – all he has done and the person he has become. This one is for him.
Hear my words 
Wow, this is so lovely. Brought tears to my eyes and so many memories. I hope you all keep chasing your dreams over the slippery seaweed and sharp barnacles of life.
What a lovely memory and tribute to Kieran. Very typically Whiteside – out in the midst of nature! Glad to know that you are still writing
Anya , perhaps share with Tommy’s , a charity that provides support for women who have a miscarriage or still birth . They helped E and T a lot when they went through it .Dixxx