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A brother remembered

July 6, 2013
By MARGARET VALONE , The OBSERVER

I wrote this poem for my brother Roddy when he was 87 years old. He had lung cancer and he was living with me. His wife had passed away while they were in Florida, so I went down to stay with him for a time and then brought him back home with me. We had always been close although he left home when I was born. He said, "She's red like an Indian!" and left for Aunt Rosie Joy's house.

 
 

 

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