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[aid] => mick
[title] => Remembering
[time] => 2005-11-22 23:09:57
[hometext] => Remembering my brother's death anniversary
[bodytext] => Tis the month of November once again All the sights and sounds remind me of him The sights of hunters seeking a deer in fields and in the woods The sounds of guns shooting and killing a deer if they could Many, oh so many, years ago -- that's what should have happened too! But the bullet strayed and ricocheted and a shoulder it went through Two brothers left early that morning before the sun came up Only one brother returned -- I sure wished I had dreamt this up If only, if only the bullet was stopped by the shoulder bone But it missed the bone and continued on to make the heart its home One of my roles was to calm my bro with a piano to play My mother needed my help to go look for my drinking dad He took a sedative then drove to a bar because he was sad Between calming my brother and helping my mother, too, I had to arrange the funeral without help or clue This may not have been too hard at all for almost anyone But before you say anything about being my duty one Let's go over a few details not shared before this My brother who died was fifteen and never been kissed My brother still alive was twenty-two, married and a son of his own I was only seventeen years old and in high school - far from being full grown I did it because this life demanded it of me But the strength I needed came from above - can't you see? Yes, I still think about my brother that awful day long ago And I wonder if things would now be different it it wasn't so. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Lin54 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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