CurtisDeanJohnson

My Friend, My Brother

When I was little and scraped my knee,
He was so caring and so full, of sympathy
When I was impatient with my youth,
He was gentle with the truth.

When I was angry at life's unfairness
He gave faith and brought awareness
When I lost heart and cried defeat.
He urged me into the world so wide
He was my mentor and my guide.

When I searched for answers to life's questions,
He was my inspiration when I had sadness which numbered
two. He shared his love with me times two.

When I speak of one whose love it shared to measure
He, whose gift of love, is much to treasure
of whom I speak you will discover
He is of course, my friend, my brother.

Julie Johnson