Poetry

tomorrow will come

 tomorrow will come

Hey sis he would always say and the response would always be i have a name
and if you want an answer use it. We were close all ourl ife w/ no
exceptions where ever he was there I would be a smiliing sidekick, but when
the war came he had to leave me all he did was smile and say tomorrow will
come and I will be back. Oh how I wish it would have been for him you see
he went off to Nam and instead of a body the gave us a flag. I never got
over my brothers death but the one thing he left me was the thought that
tomorrow will come. My brother fought and died for America; will you do me
a favor and not let that dream fade away w/ the all to famailar fading
memory of him. Thank you and God Bless

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