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I
wish we could go back in time
To the days we laughed and sang
to the fun times we left behind
And now are memories of old
I wish I could call my brother
Who sang and played the guitar
And say to him, "please sing a song,
That one you sang with our mother!"
Death came between brother and me
But his singing and poems live on
Like echoes making sweet melody
Joys that are mine forevermore
Brother's songs, a link to yesterday
His poems, his love, his humor
His zeal for Jehovah's right way
Make me proud to say, "MY BROTHER!"
©1999
Ann R. McCartney
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