In My Brother's Memory Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

In my brother’s memory

I sit in memories of the years before today, next to
My brother’s ghost, remembering
his face glowing with delight; revealing
words of him being a dad again, and
he’d like a boy, another joy, along his
two girls. And he’d name that much wanted boy:
“Russell, ” a name tougher than a tame A.J
whose initials worn and abhorred- unlike
“Uncle Sam” a nickname adored. “Uncle Sam”
asked A.J to join his army while still in
late teens, a connection before getting to know himself.
Disagreeably A.J. aka Apple Jack was disclaimed
and never did he get to know himself.
Albert Jordan… Uncle Sam birthed!
Later, by the aid of bottles and bottles
of anesthesia:
Apple Jack aka Albert Jordan; a living wage, trying to be
be man and father were constantly at war.
Trying to be that which not conditioned to be, a
year before his two scores year, he couldn’t
take it any more, and permission
Grim Reaper to settled the score.