I REMEMBER MY BROTHERS

We remember them with a thousand tears, and yet we grieve still.

There is no solace because they are no longer part of our lives but remain part of us.

They can live again in our mind’s eyes, and we see them. Yet, nothing lessens our sorrow and regret, even after all these years.

For those who care, we remember them every day.

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