Brother's

Brothers

Brothers do you remember when we were just boys.
The times we endured many sorrows and some joys.
The days we walked the railroad tracks to gather coal.
On those freezing days to heat our home from the cold.

The mornings with Mom's biscuits on those weekend days.
A piece of bacon and an egg to keep the hunger away.
How I wish I could go back to gathering around the table.
With Mom and Dad there keeping our manners stable.

My brothers these memories I will always cherish with you.
Remember all the dreams we had that did not come true?
Living in those days we were a poor family from Kentucky.
Dad worked everyday to keep us fed we were very lucky.

Mom washed our clothes in an old galvanised wash tub.
She had to scrub real hard to clean all the soil and mud.
Can you remember those scary stories about Harry Fox?
I told you in bed when you were no more than just tot's?

How we cuddled to each other on those freezing cold nights.
Even then our love for one another kept us from having a fight.
All these precious memories I keep stored deep in my mind.
When we lived and loved as brothers in that long ago time.

Now time has parted our company to our own families alone.
Where we live with our families and never think of the old home.
Mom and Dad have long since passed away to heaven above.
All that is left of the old home is memories and our love.

BY: Kings

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