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For a while our mommy got fat
and so grouchy. I didn’t like that!
But early one day
Dad took mommy away.
They came back and her tummy was flat!
In her arms there was something so small
that I barely could see it at all.
I just wanted to hold
it. You’d think it was gold!
They said, “Don’t let your new brother fall.”
You bawled every day with such might
you gave our cat, Felix, a fright.
It was such a great day
When I heard Mommy say,
“The baby now sleeps through the night.”
Your first smile today was for me.
You’re going to be a good buddy.
There’s so much that we’ll do.
Here’s my promise to you:
The best brother ever I’ll be!
By Andrea Dietrich/ April 28, 2011
For Miranda Lambert's Contest:
"Brotherly Love"
Still just in diapers himself and already his brother’s keeper;
Logan watches lovingly as Lucas naps in sleepers.
Perhaps it’s in his DNA or the symptoms of a first born son,
But Logan has bonded with his little brother more than any one.
He was fascinated with Mommy’s belly, knowing a brother grew within;
His head he laid upon her bump and would carefully listen.
The first day they brought Lucas home he watched his brother cry
And promised in his little head that being a good brother he would try.
Future years will bring competitiveness and perhaps a fight or two,
But Logan always will be the older brother that Lucas can look up to.
It starts when they are very young, sharing toys and hand-me-down clothes;
The bond formed between two closely born sons nobody else can know.
by Joe Flach
For the "Brotherly Love" contest
Written and posted on 5/3/2011
Viet Nam has left many with mental pictures
Images, that some, just couldn't forget.
And when it was over and troops were home
Many vanished, living alone with their regret.
Some found themselves living on the streets
Disrespected and blamed for an unjust war.
Spat upon by some, and psychologically ill
Now doubting what they had fought for.
My brother was a soldier mentally tough
Decorated and wounded during his 23 years.
Was it the pressure of being a civilian
That caused family to shed those tears?
Joe's name isn't written on the traveling wall
Nor does a granite headstone mark his spot.
Yet I count Joe D. among the living dead
Just another memory that time can't blot.
My brother has been missing since 1984