Dear brother
It's been a while
Since I've had the
Chance to make you smile.
And I miss
The way it used to be
When we'd go
Driving; just you and me.
Blasting hours of music
Just 'cause we could
Screaming Taylor Swifts
"Our we out of the woods!"
Dear brother
It's been many months
Since the day that
You left us.
The promise you made;
Do you remember?
Saying you would
Often send a letter.
And our sweet mother
Bless her heart,
Still checks the mail;
It always tears her apart.
Dear brother,
It's me again.
I never guessed this
Is how your life would end.
The red, white, and blue,
Folded perfectly in
Mothers arms, for her son
Who's fight was true.
And the 3-volley salute
For the twenty-two
Too young in boots.
Twenty-two gone too soon.
Oh The 3-volley salute
-ARI
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Dear brother
It's been a while
Since I've had the
Chance to make you smile.
And I miss
The way it used to be
When we'd go
Driving; just you and me.
Blasting hours of music
Just 'cause we could
Screaming Taylor Swifts
"Our we out of the woods!"
Dear brother
It's been many months
Since the day that
You left us.
The promise you made;
Do you remember?
Saying you would
Often send a letter.
And our sweet mother
Bless her heart,
Still checks the mail;
It always tears her apart.
Dear brother,
It's me again.
I never guessed this
Is how your life would end.
The red, white, and blue,
Folded perfectly in
Mothers arms, for her son
Who's fight was true.
And the 3-volley salute
For the twenty-two
Too young in boots.
Twenty-two gone too soon.
Oh The 3-volley salute
-ARI
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