Late last night


Wednesday 11th July


It was late last night

At twenty past ten

Knocking on the door

Just look who’s here, then


Your brother, from Spain

Flown in to Newquay

A great big surprise

We’d have to agree


A weekend wedding

Of an old school mate

A week spent with us

Is going to be great


I think you’d be cross

Turning up like that

Not letting us know

No message or chat


You’d grumble and groan

Although secretly

You’d be having fun

Enjoy his company


Just wish you were here

Brothers together

Making memories

Happy forever


Love you sweetie

Precious Angel son


Your brother having a drink with us this afternoon

Darkening clouds, but still muggy warm

Seagulls having a rest

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