Brothers

This poem was written when my two brothers, who are both MPs in the Army were deployed...one to Afghanistan, the other Iraq. Needless to say, it was a very intense time in my families lives.

 

 Brothers...

 

Soldiers, both, standing tall

 

Fighting in the desert for Freedom's Call.

 

Mountains loom in the landscape dense,

 

while bullets and IEDs rumble, thunder, and dispence.

 

Brothers...

 

Proud, loving, and there...

 

While I, your sister, patiently wait

 

for you here.

 

Safe and sound sleeping in my bed,

 

 dreams and memories of you, both, run rampant through my head.

 

Of times when we were younger...

 

of growing up.

 

Good times...

 

 bad times they get all mixed up.

 

My Brothers...

 

I miss you so much.

 

I worry about your safety

 

from dawn 'til dusk.

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

May God bless you and keep them safe until they return home to you. I love the raw truth to this. Cheers,lea

[Chaos]

I know how much pain you were in when you wrote this. I think now that it's posted, you should re-visit it and embrace the fear that you were holding back in this piece. I know how you felt because I wiped your tears. Now that they're safe, let it go on this piece. Btw, take "freaking" out of it..lol. I think that words interrupts your flow.

;)