Saturday, November 28, 2009

Like a brother

He left a song in my heart
A memory
a story that spins and spins.
He touched me, forever.

He taught me values,
like patience and sharing
like proper words and diction.

He danced,
gave me laughter
and fed me berries
Sometimes I call to say wasup.

2 comments:

  1. i like the shortness of this...
    its cute...
    like a passing thought that u had to catch and quickley b4 it driffted by...

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  2. thanks, that's exactly what it was.
    I felt it deep inside, could hardly hear it, so I put it down fast.

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