Brother
I stole his bottle,
We were less than a year apart,
but mom sure did cuddle.
But he did break my heart.
He went to war,
We had sworn a oath,
Came home changed to the very core.
There was no room for future growth.
I lost my bro,
But not to any damn war,
I am so proud to say he's my brother and with pride i did glow.
I lost him to a whore.
But he is still in my heart,
She can never take my memories or love for the the one I call Buddy my brother,
I keep hoping for a brand new start.
Copyright © Donna Phillips | Year Posted 2006
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