Poem July 15, 1972 ISSUE

MY BROTHER

Helen G. Hasler

I mourned.No longer could I seeMy brother.The understanding sharedThrough childhood years and onForever gone?And then, as sunlight comesAt break of dawn,The wakened beams of thoughtRose higher to the brotherhoodOf man.Why this was always mine!It never could be taken.The happiness and joys we sharedNow came from others,And I began to seeAll mankind and meAs brothers.

Helen G. Hasler

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