Patriotism Out An Old Dirt Road
Sometimes even the slightest gesture does not go unnoticed.
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
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