I have a brother name Don, he is the eldest of nine.
I’d like to tell you about him, if you have the time.

He’s always been there for us, I ’m one of the youngest three.
When we lost our dad, he became like a father to me.

He is so very handsome,tall, slender, and tan.
All the girls like Don, all through out the land.

They took him away from our family, and sent him away to Nam.
I cryed for my brother all the time , it nearly killed our mom.

Even there he found a way ,to help those in need.
He became a medic,helping soldiers when they bleed

I remember when he came home, mom and dad were proud.
We sat up all night , listening to Dons guitar,as we all sang in choris outloud.

For his profession he became a R.N. my family beamed with pride.
Just having him for my brother, put a pep in my stride!

My brother Don has had a stroke,now feeling helpless and small
but in my eyes he is my hero,standing ten feet tall.

He taught me how to respect myself,and respect our family name
My brother is a wonderful man, now maybe you feel the same!