Remembering Eddie

in the Winter of 61 I think it was he woke his baby brother to meet his new wife she was so beautiful in her black coat and matching hair silhouetted in the light shining down from the ceiling it looked for a moment as if an angel had appeared in my room he rubbed my hair and buried me in my pillow 'see ya later baby brother' in the Winter of 91 I think it was he was unloading a ship's cargo when a cable snapped sending the giant loading ramp swinging wildly he spotted a young Navy man standing in its path and reacted in a cold Virginia cemetery lay my brother a man of few words who would say that anyone in his position would do the same in the Winter of 09 I watched some home movies so old they were silent but I swear I could read my brother's lips as he rode off on his bike 'see ya later baby brother'

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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