A Brother’s Love

There is something special about a Brother’s Love

It’s not quite like a sister’s, father’s or mother’s

It’s not green born of emerald or white of the dove

It would always be there if I had my druthers

It changes from when we were young

Into something more real and meaningful as we age

A framework of understanding that we all clung

Like the words of a wise old sage

Everything passes from this beautiful world

Yet the memories we keep are treasured

Allowing us to move forward

Even though our own heart beats are measured

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One Response to A Brother’s Love

  1. Anna says:

    I really liked this. It was beautiful and it reminded me of times long ago. I made of copy of it so that I could go back to it again. Mom

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