Many thanks. Fifty-six years ago, we lost my brother Tom in combat. My niece wrote these two poems in eighth grade. They were the beginning of her writing career and they were for her father, Tom's brother, and his siblings, all of whom I watched grieve throughout my childhood. My brother, my loyal brother forever guiding and strong then…
Fifty-six years ago, we lost my brother Tom in combat.
My niece wrote these two poems in eighth grade. They were the beginning of her writing career and they were for her father, Tom's brother, and his siblings, all of whom I watched grieve throughout my childhood.
My brother, my loyal brother forever guiding and strong then gone like a thief in the night leaving me forever to sob sobs from inside myself
The forewarning of an eruption sears me to the very soul I scream but to no avail I run but not far enough never far enough Till my breath is gone and my body is empty Will I ever be whole again?
The yawning gorge echoes inside me What will fill the space left by my loyal brother the lion, the king who is still running towards me, away from me. Somewhere.
Always what is remembered most is the greatest sorrow the could have been yesterdays and the could be tomorrows Whether you bear the loss of many or the loss of one this sadness may well break your heart with the day old setting sun
That happiness has come and gone the years have flown by and though you will remember him, will you remember why? Remember the carefree childhood days now a whisper in the wind Remember the loyal brother and soldier Remember your best friend
Think of that fateful March day when you did part at last brother to brother, now separated by the manmade fiery blast
The heartbreak and the tears that fell are etched forever still in your memories of those days and the blood they spilled
Hold tight those haunting memories like old photographs and remember him once more your faithful other half.
John, I am a Vietnam veteran and served with the third Marine division, at 101st airborne division in the fifth mechanized infantry division in the northern part of south Vietnam. I was a psychological operations Army officer. Well, with a marine company on Mutters Ridge, we came under attack by the North Vietnamese. I saw many young men die on that hill including the Navy Corpsman I was helping with the wounded and the dead who laid next to me as the mortar folly came in.
Her poem is my kind of poem, straight forward, understandable not esoteric at all, powerful.
One of my favorite authors is Kipling. I have read all of his works and like your niece his poems are powerful, understandable and straight forward. He won the Nobel Prize for literature and was England's Poet Laureate.
I hope your niece kept up her writing. Once again, I say, wow.
Molly is the ADA and faculty advisor/tutor to the Alabama Crimson Tide football team for Coach Sabin to produce academic achievement and high graduation rate.
Many thanks.
Fifty-six years ago, we lost my brother Tom in combat.
My niece wrote these two poems in eighth grade. They were the beginning of her writing career and they were for her father, Tom's brother, and his siblings, all of whom I watched grieve throughout my childhood.
My brother, my loyal brother forever guiding and strong then gone like a thief in the night leaving me forever to sob sobs from inside myself
The forewarning of an eruption sears me to the very soul I scream but to no avail I run but not far enough never far enough Till my breath is gone and my body is empty Will I ever be whole again?
The yawning gorge echoes inside me What will fill the space left by my loyal brother the lion, the king who is still running towards me, away from me. Somewhere.
Always what is remembered most is the greatest sorrow the could have been yesterdays and the could be tomorrows Whether you bear the loss of many or the loss of one this sadness may well break your heart with the day old setting sun
That happiness has come and gone the years have flown by and though you will remember him, will you remember why? Remember the carefree childhood days now a whisper in the wind Remember the loyal brother and soldier Remember your best friend
Think of that fateful March day when you did part at last brother to brother, now separated by the manmade fiery blast
The heartbreak and the tears that fell are etched forever still in your memories of those days and the blood they spilled
Hold tight those haunting memories like old photographs and remember him once more your faithful other half.
How beautiful 🥲🥲
John, I am a Vietnam veteran and served with the third Marine division, at 101st airborne division in the fifth mechanized infantry division in the northern part of south Vietnam. I was a psychological operations Army officer. Well, with a marine company on Mutters Ridge, we came under attack by the North Vietnamese. I saw many young men die on that hill including the Navy Corpsman I was helping with the wounded and the dead who laid next to me as the mortar folly came in.
🥲🥲 so terrible but thank you for your service take care
It is terrible. He was a peach.
Many thanks. All of us were honored to serve.
True to all thank you!!!
Good for you Sir, Tom was a platoon commander with K-3-1 in a village called Viem Ding in the horseshoe south of Danang.
Beautiful. Vietnam claim this loved soul? I lost many friends there while serving so these lines are meaningful and profound. Thanks.
Thank you
She wrote this in eighth grade? WOW!!!!!
I'd love to read what she is doing now.
Her poem is my kind of poem, straight forward, understandable not esoteric at all, powerful.
One of my favorite authors is Kipling. I have read all of his works and like your niece his poems are powerful, understandable and straight forward. He won the Nobel Prize for literature and was England's Poet Laureate.
I hope your niece kept up her writing. Once again, I say, wow.
Thank you for sharing the words of your niece. Simply beautiful. Would you mind sharing her name? I'd love to read more of her work.
Molly is the ADA and faculty advisor/tutor to the Alabama Crimson Tide football team for Coach Sabin to produce academic achievement and high graduation rate.