Brother Poem by Zelda Gerkin

What is a brother? One might ask,
Is he there to take on so many of your tasks?
No, I say
he is special in his own way.

He fought for freedom in the war
and now he fights it in the world.
he is my hero proud and true
he still stands up for me and you.

Town crier he was made.
to stand up for the ones who can't
sometimes you know he has done well,
for when he passes by
his name is what they chant.

I love you brother dear,
and there is nothing I shall fear.
I long to hear your voice
all hours of the night,
it doesn't bother me,
for I know everythings going to be alright.