Poetry

Eldest Brother

                     My Eldest Brother

He was just a teenager full of curiosity,

After that day the same he would never be.

All his curiosity left behind,

It was a desire for Christ he would find.

Thank goodness for the ones he loves,

He spends his time praying to the heavens above.

For the sins he thinks we commit,

He would pace and pray before he’d sit.

He has one of the kindest souls you will ever find,

A little leery but always kind.

Always reminding me how much every one needs me,

Which is something I don’t always see.

He is my eldest brother,

I would not want another.     

                                       Jill L. Ware

My brother one of the kindest people you will ever meet #schizoaffecticedisordersucks

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