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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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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