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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 08/04/2015
MY BROTHERS
Born 1942, F, from Clearfield, utah, United StatesTHANKFUL FOR BROTHERS
My brothers have touched my heart in so many ways. Without the computer and printer Jr. gave me I wouldn't have been able to write my stories or the poems that have come from my heart. Without Jack and his depth of feeling toward humanity, I may not have had compassion for others. Both of them have wisdom to learn from.
I love and respect my brothers, more than life itself! They mean the world to me. Here's the tribute I wrote for them:
MY BROTHERS
No other person in the world, has a fortune as I, for I have the best, that money can't buy.
I have two brothers, who's love is so true, when I think of their kindness, I tend to be blue.
Our mother, she knew, how to pass this gift on, by giving me brothers, upstanding and strong.
She taught them the truth, and gave blessings abound, so they would know life, with decisions so sound.
When losing my mother, at the age of thirteen, I thought God so cruel, did he hear me scream?
Not likely, I thought, for the pain was so deep, my brother gave comfort, and helped me to sleep.
He was always so kind, and tender with me, and has always been there, to comfort my plea.
He came to me with tears in his eyes, don't you worry my dear, as he muffled my cries.
He held my hand, as we walked that day, to the corner and back, in the month of May.
For I'll always be here, to take care of you, as the day was dark, and my heart was blue. And he did care for me, and my children too!
NO words can be said, of comfort for me, in hopes that just maybe, I'd turn out like she.
Many failed marriage, had sent me array, poor decisions I'd made, now I had to pay.
There was many a time when I needed a lift, and there he was, giving dollars so crisp. He made sure I had shelter, and plenty of food. But I never felt obligated, or hurt by his mood.
After she died, when I was alone, my brothers stood by me, as pillars of stone.
Then to Greenland one went, on an ice cap so old, in pure isolation, with bittering cold. They called it the Dew Line, for low and behold, it shelters few animals, and only the bold.
I remember he talked of an Eskimo girl, how a big polar bear took her scalp, in a whirl. Would he be safe, this dear brother of mine, where water would freeze, in the toss of a dime?
He did return, with money to spare, to finish his college, and more to prepare. There was unconditional love, in all that we shared, and we knew in our hearts, how deep we all cared.
They came from a place, where too few have been, in my eyes, their Kings, and not just plain men!
The love that we feel is hard to explain, but each of us knows the others true pain.
The oldest, Jack, knows how war effects men, as no one knew how his life had been. He climbed the ranks, an officer was he, and served his country with dignity. Yes, he served, and then lived to tell, stories of men that came out of hell!
He flew Korea, and knew what it meant, bombing the river, a plane down in dissent. His friend's plane was hit, as he watched that day, not to return, for the rest of the way.
The plane that he flew, dodged many a shell, it shimmered, and shook, and showed them all hell.
And when he came back, and none had been burned, they wined him, and dined him, so he could return. He was the pilot, who went with eleven, he brought them all back, and saved them from heaven.
His missions were long, filled with grief and much strife, how lucky we are, he returned with his life.
Many a day I watched my mother's tears, stream down her face, as she wrote of her fears. She wrote many letters, and said all her prayers, for her son to return, without any err's.
Though his spirit and soul were humbled and weak, he still has the guts, to stand up and speak. He was disabled, and applied to V.A, Oh yes, they gave it, then took it away. It went from six hundred, to five buck's that day, And then they did surgery, to restore his sight, but the machine at the hospital, died in the night.
So now he is blind, with one eye to see, what would I do if that happened to me? Does this country appreciate, and reach out to this man, or have all forgotten, what he's done for this land!
Countless horror's he witnessed, and who is to blame, for his having a drink to relinquish his pain.
My brother Jr., served under the sea, in tightly closed quarters, which would terrify me. He chose Radar and Electronics, new at the time, but with all his schooling, he shined like a dime.
His schooling and training, have all paid off well, for not many, like he, have brilliance to sell. Some say he's a loner, but all should think there, for there is none better, who'll give you loves care.
Oh, I tell you, I'm proud of these brothers of mine, for not many can touch them, nor can they shine!
They've both soared as eagles, high in the sky, and I'm sure they've each heard, God's sweet lullaby.
Only few know, their integrity and conviction, and not many would cause them pain or affliction.
If you've ever the pleasure, to listen a while, you would know of the comfort, and wisdom of their smile. They both stand tall, in strife and good will, each to endure, if the other came ill.
There may be some, who would like to condemn..........but, till you've walked in their shoes, don't you dare judge them!
Yes, I'm rich in blessings, that God has bestowed, for I have two brothers, like pure cast gold.
I know there are men, some big and some tall, but, I've not known any, who give of their all.
I'm sorry for all, who can't share like me, in loving and kindness, with their family. Too few have been guided, or shown the way, to give thanks for brothers, who lightened their day.
They wren't always there, as some have told, to richen their spirit, and help carry their load. How lucky I am, to be able to see, my wonderful brothers, who gave given so free!
Your loving sister,
Sherel
MY BROTHERS(sherel)
THANKFUL FOR BROTHERS
My brothers have touched my heart in so many ways. Without the computer and printer Jr. gave me I wouldn't have been able to write my stories or the poems that have come from my heart. Without Jack and his depth of feeling toward humanity, I may not have had compassion for others. Both of them have wisdom to learn from.
I love and respect my brothers, more than life itself! They mean the world to me. Here's the tribute I wrote for them:
MY BROTHERS
No other person in the world, has a fortune as I, for I have the best, that money can't buy.
I have two brothers, who's love is so true, when I think of their kindness, I tend to be blue.
Our mother, she knew, how to pass this gift on, by giving me brothers, upstanding and strong.
She taught them the truth, and gave blessings abound, so they would know life, with decisions so sound.
When losing my mother, at the age of thirteen, I thought God so cruel, did he hear me scream?
Not likely, I thought, for the pain was so deep, my brother gave comfort, and helped me to sleep.
He was always so kind, and tender with me, and has always been there, to comfort my plea.
He came to me with tears in his eyes, don't you worry my dear, as he muffled my cries.
He held my hand, as we walked that day, to the corner and back, in the month of May.
For I'll always be here, to take care of you, as the day was dark, and my heart was blue. And he did care for me, and my children too!
NO words can be said, of comfort for me, in hopes that just maybe, I'd turn out like she.
Many failed marriage, had sent me array, poor decisions I'd made, now I had to pay.
There was many a time when I needed a lift, and there he was, giving dollars so crisp. He made sure I had shelter, and plenty of food. But I never felt obligated, or hurt by his mood.
After she died, when I was alone, my brothers stood by me, as pillars of stone.
Then to Greenland one went, on an ice cap so old, in pure isolation, with bittering cold. They called it the Dew Line, for low and behold, it shelters few animals, and only the bold.
I remember he talked of an Eskimo girl, how a big polar bear took her scalp, in a whirl. Would he be safe, this dear brother of mine, where water would freeze, in the toss of a dime?
He did return, with money to spare, to finish his college, and more to prepare. There was unconditional love, in all that we shared, and we knew in our hearts, how deep we all cared.
They came from a place, where too few have been, in my eyes, their Kings, and not just plain men!
The love that we feel is hard to explain, but each of us knows the others true pain.
The oldest, Jack, knows how war effects men, as no one knew how his life had been. He climbed the ranks, an officer was he, and served his country with dignity. Yes, he served, and then lived to tell, stories of men that came out of hell!
He flew Korea, and knew what it meant, bombing the river, a plane down in dissent. His friend's plane was hit, as he watched that day, not to return, for the rest of the way.
The plane that he flew, dodged many a shell, it shimmered, and shook, and showed them all hell.
And when he came back, and none had been burned, they wined him, and dined him, so he could return. He was the pilot, who went with eleven, he brought them all back, and saved them from heaven.
His missions were long, filled with grief and much strife, how lucky we are, he returned with his life.
Many a day I watched my mother's tears, stream down her face, as she wrote of her fears. She wrote many letters, and said all her prayers, for her son to return, without any err's.
Though his spirit and soul were humbled and weak, he still has the guts, to stand up and speak. He was disabled, and applied to V.A, Oh yes, they gave it, then took it away. It went from six hundred, to five buck's that day, And then they did surgery, to restore his sight, but the machine at the hospital, died in the night.
So now he is blind, with one eye to see, what would I do if that happened to me? Does this country appreciate, and reach out to this man, or have all forgotten, what he's done for this land!
Countless horror's he witnessed, and who is to blame, for his having a drink to relinquish his pain.
My brother Jr., served under the sea, in tightly closed quarters, which would terrify me. He chose Radar and Electronics, new at the time, but with all his schooling, he shined like a dime.
His schooling and training, have all paid off well, for not many, like he, have brilliance to sell. Some say he's a loner, but all should think there, for there is none better, who'll give you loves care.
Oh, I tell you, I'm proud of these brothers of mine, for not many can touch them, nor can they shine!
They've both soared as eagles, high in the sky, and I'm sure they've each heard, God's sweet lullaby.
Only few know, their integrity and conviction, and not many would cause them pain or affliction.
If you've ever the pleasure, to listen a while, you would know of the comfort, and wisdom of their smile. They both stand tall, in strife and good will, each to endure, if the other came ill.
There may be some, who would like to condemn..........but, till you've walked in their shoes, don't you dare judge them!
Yes, I'm rich in blessings, that God has bestowed, for I have two brothers, like pure cast gold.
I know there are men, some big and some tall, but, I've not known any, who give of their all.
I'm sorry for all, who can't share like me, in loving and kindness, with their family. Too few have been guided, or shown the way, to give thanks for brothers, who lightened their day.
They wren't always there, as some have told, to richen their spirit, and help carry their load. How lucky I am, to be able to see, my wonderful brothers, who gave given so free!
Your loving sister,
Sherel
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