A Country Girl's Writing

One of the last poems I wrote in 2017. This poem is dedicated to my third brother who is three.  Eyes like the sea. Curly blond hair.  Miniature of daddy;  Bulky and strong.  Temper like a devil.  Heart of an angel.   Kiss on both cheeks  Makes you feel loved. Carhartt Overall; Dirty three year old, muddy and happy. Some big bear hugs. A tender touch too The newest addition. Protector of sisters,  Wrestler among brothers.  Daring and adventuresome. A little boy  Who is big inside.  My little brother.  By Evelyn Creon

Going through some of my old writing and came across this prompt.  I watched my brother die on the battlefield, fighting for something he believed in.  I never thought or even imagined that my brothers death would bring me anything but pain. Over the past five years I have realized his death has helped me become the man I am today. It taught me how to stand for what I believe in even if my life is on the line. How preserve through difficult times. Most importantly it has helped me turn the wheels of history. Those wheels never turn unless there is bloodshed. Thanks to my brother and all the other soldiers that died in the war I was able to help turn those wheels. Something I could have never done without them.