Brothers

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 both of you,

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 very much.

I worry about your safety

from dawn ’til dusk.

© 2008 Christine King

Brothers

Cking1575

Linton, United States

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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 family’s lives.

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