Proud To Call..... Poem by octavia wilson

Every morning as I wake up I think of you as the hero that came into my life. More and more and more you appeared to me when I was in strife.
Afraid I could not live without you in my life, I only prayed every day and every night to have a brother like you by my side. When I was hurt so many times you never let me down. Therefore I am proud to call you a true brother even though I know you're not a child of my mother. To me you'll always be remembered you see as the person who saved my life. Forever the memory will seem right.