and post notes and photos about your poem like Ernest Robles.
My little brother was 21 when he was murdered. It took five young men to kill him with a knife.
I was in the military at the time and 5,000 miles away.
Thing is, I never knew him because my mother & father divorced. He took my little brother under cover of night. Spoke with him once 1 month before he was murdered. I told him that I loved him.