Treasure Island

Brysha Mull

(10-23-90 / Sunbury, PA)

Heroes


A hero is my brother,
Who is over in Iraq.
The only gift I want for Christmas,
Is for my brother to come back.

Only a few people,
Know the pain I feel when he's away.
Although I am so proud,
Of him each and everyday.

He is my hero and my friend,
He is one who helped me grow.
He loved me uncondionialy,
And I just wanted to let him know.

Submitted: Sunday, December 03, 2006
Edited: Thursday, December 02, 2010

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  • Tears From A Soldiers Eyes (12/6/2006 6:08:00 PM)

    wow that was a wonderful heart felt poem man I really loved that so much that will be my first poem on my list of favorites

    I WISH YOUR BROTHER ALL THE LUCK AND IM SURE HES DOING JUST FINE WE'LL BOTH MAKE IT BACK REALLY SOON :) (Report) Reply

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