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My God Is Great...


With the news I get, from across the seas,
I tell my God "Oh he's too sweet",
They say you are, just like me,
Leaving all aside, I wonder how can that be.

Seated outside, to stare at the trees,
I remember we watched, the birds and the bees,
Oh, how we ran, we defeated the breeze,
I felt like a baby, I felt so free.

I'll never forget, how you cried with me,
I do remember, your favorite color is green,
Please come back and stay with me,
Time spent with you, is like a daydream.

All of a sudden, my mind triggered,
To the days, I continuously told my mother,
I prayed to God one day after the other,
My faith always said, I'll have a brother.

With laughs and cries, this time went by,
But for what I prayed, I never left a sigh,
Hiding the paper, deep inside my mind,
I drew the image, of the dear brother of mine.

Like Adam was put to sleep that day,
The art of mine was covered by hay,
Until the sun's brightest ray,
Brought back the image and showed me the way.

It took four years for me, to know about a sibling,
When I was almost nineteen, I heard all the bells ringing,
In my head when I heard, that my aunt’s baby is coming, 
Maybe he's my brother, my mind filled with joy, was screaming.

From far away, and across the seas,
I longed for a call, that brought the news,
The fifteen years, just dropped down to a few,
My God is great, I always believe, 
I heard her say, "let's call your brother Cookie".

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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