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Posted by MFish

Of God and King and all others,
Everyone of us, are Sisters and Brothers.
Sometimes we are, like children at play,
We bicker and fight, on every day.
Children can be, such a selfish lot,
Some are kind and some are not.
The need for an adult, in the room,
To keep us safe, from impending doom.

A shadow fell across the moon
the day my brother died
and grief poured from my soul
and tore me up inside.

I can't remember, in this short life
and perhaps I've never tried,
to think about the grief and sorrow
the day my brother died,
for he was but a child of three
and should have lived, much longer.
I'm sure he would have if God had made
his body that much stronger.

The years have passed, as has the grief and sorrow
and eyes then wet with tears, have dried,
but I will always remember
the day my brother died.

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