by Christine King

Created on: June 23, 2009

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.

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