Good night thank God FB family. A poem for my aunts who lost their last brother. Beloved Brother I cried myself to sleep last night because I missed you so. I wanted to die. But in the morning I thanked God that I was alive. I know I will miss sometime more than others how could I not miss you so you were my Beloved Brother. Hope this will bring you a little comfort. Love your Pauline.
Posted on: Wed, 25 Sep 2013 01:24:21 +0000