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
James Nutt - In the shoes of a forty-something 
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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