For my brother by Ann Wood
You were one stormy boyWho loved to climb trees in the park
Lose often when someone leaves
The door open and you went
Out on ends up back outside
We went out to look for you
I cried and cried do not want lost brother.
With you I divide
And good and bad moments.
Today you already big man
And father of a beautiful baby boy
Thank you my brother that
I have you by my side
you will always be my little brother.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-04-11 at 09:20
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