My brother, Dan, a.k.a. Rocky, was the youngest child of seven. Needless to say he was spoiled with a lot of love. Our mother wrote poems to each of us. Dan was a young teenager. This is the poem she wrote for him.
To son number three(child seven)
And after all was said and done
God gave to us a brown-eyed son
Dearest, sweetest baby of all
Seeming slmost afraid to bawl...
Cuddling with your teddy bear
Mother hardly knew you were there
"Dumb like a fox" your sisters said
Yes, you did have brains in your head..
A most surprising sort of son
A sort of "wrong-way Corrigan"
Yet with it all, we always knew
You loved us and we loved you, too...
Life is good - slightly wild, too
Having a young son such as you.
I should have said it more, I know
Oh, my Danny, I love you so!
Dan sacrified his health and life for the love of his country, a Viet Nam veteran. We all owe a debt of gratitude to him and service men and woman like him. He died too young. I miss my brothers' laughter and love.
His sister Eileen
rhema818
28th May 2007