For sending him.
He arrived safely,
His bags over his shoulders,
A grim smile on his face.
He slung his bags in the corner,
Laid a pillow on the couch,
And pulled me in for a hug.
"I'm here little sis, It's okay now,"
He whispered to me.
Thank you for sending him.
He promised to help me,
Told me he'd take care of Daddy,
We'd take turns cooking and cleaning,
I could relax, and concentrate on school.
Dear God, Thank you,
For sending help,
Thank you for sending my brother,
He's the only one who could have understood.