Poem July 15, 1972 Issue

MY BROTHER

Helen G. Hasler

I mourned.
No longer could I see
My brother.
The understanding shared
Through childhood years and on
Forever gone?
And then, as sunlight comes
At break of dawn,
The wakened beams of thought
Rose higher to the brotherhood
Of man.
Why this was always mine!
It never could be taken.
The happiness and joys we shared
Now came from others,
And I began to see
All mankind and me
As brothers.

Helen G. Hasler

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