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My Brother

MY BROTHER: Used to think that God's name was "Harold," you know, after the prayer: "Our Father, whom art in heaven, HALLOWED be Thy name." (When he learned of his error, he was never the same.) One time when I was three years old my parents wanted to go look at a house they were thinking of buying and they couldn't find MY BROTHER: so they just left and took me. I was three. When we got back MY BROTHER: was sobbing so hard he was sick. MY BROTHER: thought we had moved without him, abandoned him. HE WAS SIX MY BROTHER: Got my mother's beauty and my father's genius. (I got my father's looks *%#@%^ and my mother's brains #%@&*^) MY BROTHER: Also got my mother's insanity and my father's alcoholism. (I guess I won, having inherited their stoicism.) MY BROTHER: Was a comic genius. He was so funny, he could make a dog laugh. MY BROTHER: Was such a tragic figure, he made the angels weep. MY BROTHER: Is gone now, and I have only these odd memories to keep. ©Danielle White

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/6/2009 9:20:00 PM
I am so sorry for your loss... Love of a sibling is such a unique love that never disappears but only seems to grow stronger no matter what the situation... Very beautiful great write!
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Date: 6/27/2009 4:11:00 PM
Danielle, I am so sorry for your loss, lame as that sounds in my own ear. I too lost a brother. Many years ago, but he is with me still. Perhaps both brothers will meet us on the other side. Been there a couple of times but they sent me back. I truly feel your emotions in this poem. Good Write. Love, Will
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Date: 6/26/2009 6:21:00 PM
I didnt know what to do when I read this..I decided to applaud his life with a couple tears. BG
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Date: 6/26/2009 5:58:00 PM
I think that is how we tend to remember those we loved. In bits and pieces....funny, serious, tender, sometimes ridiculous moments...all those wonderful, interesting things that make up a life. A sweet poem.Nicely done, Danielle.
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Date: 6/26/2009 12:11:00 PM
Funny yet sad ... a true anecdotal weave of genius, bravo
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