My Big Brother Kalob

I have a big brother I only knew his name, though I never met him, Kalob was his name.
Mom said Kalob was in trouble, from his very first breath of life , for he only lived a few days and nights.

But when I go outside at nights and look into the Heavens at the stars that shine so bright and one little star that twinkles tells me that Kalob is all right.

Though I often wondered, what it would be like, to have a big brother to hold my hand and chase away my fears and lead me through life. Mom says Kalob is a rose for he buds of the night and blooms of the day, as he walks in Heavens golden light, but she says we could be with him someday if we just live our lives right and then me and Kalob can walk hand in hand, in Heavens Golden Light. Amen

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Leonard Coffey
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