More than the blood of my blood. He is my friend, <br />my rock...my brother. <br /> <br />Brother, in times of need, never judging, always there. <br /> <br />My Brother, could, would, always make things right. <br /> <br />Brother, never made much ado, about the task at <br />hand...he just did it. <br /> <br />Brother, who lifted me, when I was down. <br /> <br />Brother, who brought the laughter, amid the pain. <br /> <br />Brother, the word he never spoke...was 'no'. <br /> <br />Brother, who had the answers, to my questions. <br /> <br />Brother, who by example, did walk the path of right. <br /> <br />Brother, in all my years...in all my life, never have <br />I met another...like my loving brother. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blood-that-binds/
