Excellent My youngest son worshiped his older brother. My Son by AnnieDawn Rhyming Poem contest entry

My son has been a blessing From the day that he was born No matter what the time of day Evening, noon, or morn Big brother is a hero To his smaller, younger brother Who's always looking up to him And substitutes no other He has to keep his morals straight He's faithful day to day A tough job but with meaning So his brother will not stray He kept his nose clean through the years Young brother grew up fine Looking up to brother Bill His hero toed the line Recognized Author Notes This was difficult to write. My youngest son looked up to my oldest son who did his best to set a good example for him as I ended up raising them as a single parent. He was always a hero to my youngest who copied everything his older brother did. Unfortunately, my youngest son was murdered at age 23. Wrong place at the wrong time.

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