Brother Death Poem

Poem Celebrating The Life Of A Brother

This poem was written on Christmas eve, 2004, the first Christmas since the death of my younger 21 year old brother. He was killed in a car accident. This poem was my Christmas gift to my 25 year old brother. I was 29 at the time. I truly believe there is no bond like a brother has for his other brothers.

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Brothers

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Published: August 2012

From the depths of my heart, come the words of a brother,
where our souls and our minds, are like that of no other.
The spirit of competition, will always be there,
in the look of our eyes, and the glance of our stare.
Protecting each other, is always a must,
good times or bad times, never losing that trust.
Like a vision of Indians, riding across desert sand,
or the heart of a Raider, when he conquers new land.
We never lacked courage, or showed too much pride,
with no thoughts of guilt, or feelings put to the side.
It's important to strive forward, and not live through regret,
but to savor the memories, and to never forget.
To be such close companions, always made me so proud,
never scared to express feelings, our emotions speak loud.
Whether it's heaven or on earth, our souls are always together,
we share that sacred bond, knowing that brothers last forever.

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