i wasn't much of a brother when our children's home closed... or long before then..
my staying away from her and her family now, makes me the best brother ever...
but, it doesn't make it right
and nothing ever will...
sorry..
this is poetry, not psychotherapy, or drunks are us....
i reeeeeeeeaaaaaallllllly love you... go on, give us a kiss....
;-)
One of my pieces with a heavier amount of rhyme and rhythm.
An oldie but I think a goodie.
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i wrote this poem for my friends
