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
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.