A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| After nine-eleven tragedy, my brother John felt the need to serve, so he enlisted in Marines and went off to fight in combat-- so brave! Over there, he met his destiny-- a fate he surely did not deserve, when bomb blew him to smithereens. So, now we gather with Mom at his grave. Notes on the Brady's Touch form of poetry ▶︎ |