He was 16
And I was 7
Just two Siblings having fun
Riding our bikes
Down a rocky slope
He said stop
I heard go
Flying rocks
And skidding wheels
Over the handlebars I flew
Worried he came
And carried by bleeding body home
If not for my Brother…
He was 26
And I was 17
200 miles away from each other
When I heard the news
“Your Brother was the victim
Of a hit and run accident
Riding his bike to work this morning”
How worried I became
How I longed to go see him
His leg had been crushed
He nearly lost his foot
He could have died
On the dark cold morning
Had not three people been there
To help keep him alive
Our roles had reversed
And I thank God each day
That my Brother is alive
Author notes
This poem was inspired by a conversation I had with Danneh last night. Thank You.
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this is so sweet, and you have no idea how much in this I relate to this. Not the incidents you described, but the feelings and emotions shining through. I have a brother who I love more than anything and I know how it feels when a person like that gets hurt.
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This is so sweet. Thanks for entering
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Thank you for sharing this and I am glad your brother is okay
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Tonight I kissed my dreams good bye,
While standing by an open door.
There she is..
And suddenly the memories gone.
Only to be replayed in nightmares you can't speak of..
I was 8. She was 13.
And both of us lost what was left of innocence.
She was 20 and I was 15
When she walked out that door,
and out of our lives.
Yesterday she was assumed dead or missing.
Today I know she's alive,
So I'll sit by the phone, waiting for it ring..
One more time..
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Thanks as well darling.. This really was a good poem.. Your brother should be proud.
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Yes, the poem is about my own brother and me. The first Stanza tells of my bicycle wreck and the last Stanza tells of his accident last September. Thanks for the comment.
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seems like a true story. if not then you really brought this to life for us. it has all of the heart one would expect to feel from someone speakin of family. nice. excellent expression
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