New Poem: Brother/Sister 2

I was the firstborn and so was the first to leave home, leaving my brother, two years my junior, behind.  I did not know how my brother may have have felt about my leaving until recently.  My son, who reminds me so much of my brother, is getting ready to leave home soon.  My emotions are mixed and often confusing, but I do know this:  I will only remember the good times, for there were so many, and I will really miss him.