My Brother
Friends and family can remember you,
over the years for your kindness,
generosity and faithfulness, a true
gentleman…
Friends have told how they keep
coming back to those memories…
You were a good man and a good friend,
to everyone that knew you…
You would give the shirt off your back,
if that were all they wanted or needed…
If they needed to talk about anything,
you were there…
Even when you didn’t have 2 nickels, too
rub together for yourself, you would go
out on that limb, to help a friend in need…
My brother you will be truly missed
by so many…
As many people that knew you,
loved you, there wasn’t anyone that I know,
that disliked you my brother…
Your suffering is over now, you have moved
on to the next plain, you will met up again,
with those who have gone before you, you will
wait for us until we come calling…
Goodbye, my brother, my friend and
my strength, until we meet again…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2007
Copyright © Sandra Hoban | Year Posted 2012
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