Brother

I can remember when you went off to school
and there was nothing for me to do
for a whole day
but stand on a chair
by the kitchen window
watching for your return
from that miles away curve
with your lunch box swinging
and always knowing
what to do.

~ Vincent MacIsaac

Vincent MacIsaac is a Canadian resident of Phnom Penh. He works as a ghost writer and editor.

Read more of Vincent MacIsaac’s poetry:
The Indelible Route
Broken Buddha

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