You Are Unlike Your Mother’s Son

I look at you and I’m torn

You see, I see someone of yorn

A softer, sweeter memory

A boy who smiled under a tree


I look at you but you are gone

I see a stranger lit by the sun

You are unlike your mother’s son

In you I see, that tree has gone


You are unlike your mother’s son

You are unlike the tree that’s gone


-Suraj Mani

Estranged brothers, regret