My Soldier Brother

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This was an assignment i had to do for my poetry class. She told us to write a poem about a problem in America. I chose the Irag war. She really liked it, for she gave a A+.


I watched my brother go through the door, wanting him to stay with us for more.
He's too young, he has too much life,
to go where death comes on swift wings.
My mother cries, my father is silent.
I stand as a vigil on our doorway, watching as he fades from sight.

I look through the newspaper, seeing if America won against Iraq.
I see soldiers who are only boys, who have seen more bloodshed than most old men.
I look through the page of the dead, praying I don't see my brothers' name.
He is not, but I still don't sway,
because my brother is still away.
I pray for the day that he comes home,
safe and ok.


Submitted: September 24, 2012

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