<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28860793</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:04:46.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Brother</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouscurvedbropoem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28860793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouscurvedbropoem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>goodangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11060093610969005189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28860793.post-114878379007939069</id><published>2006-05-27T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T19:46:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g51/GinaButz3/bedprayer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was never there to hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;and dry my tear stained eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked he didn't hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;to catch my clumsy baby tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never saw my first day,&lt;br /&gt;All proud and dressed up smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding my hand as he drove me to school,&lt;br /&gt;With a swelling in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never saw me run or fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excited to see him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br.with&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or kissed my bruised knees or arms,&lt;br /&gt;To show me big brothers care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never sat up at night,&lt;br /&gt;And mopped my fevered brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And distracted me with bright night stars,&lt;br /&gt;or explained the wonderment of how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big brother never helped me,&lt;br /&gt;With physics, math or geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never showed me right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Or taught me things little girls don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never told me to "take that make-up off",&lt;br /&gt;Or scolded the difficult teen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or told me to come in on time,&lt;br /&gt;And avoid the unsuitable boys,&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't bear to see with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother didn't take me onto his knee,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me how sad he was when I cried,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't tell me he'd always love me,&lt;br /&gt;As he held me close to his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't hear as I pleaded for someone,&lt;br /&gt;To show and give me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't hold my hand the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beaten, lonely child cried,&lt;br /&gt;As she prayed to God above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cried to Him,&lt;br /&gt;"Where is love for me?'&lt;br /&gt;And felt so all alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would come to be,&lt;br /&gt;but when..&lt;br /&gt;If only I had known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, your love transcends all time,&lt;br /&gt;Though little girls change and grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not what I never had&lt;br /&gt;...because I have you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g51/GinaButz3/twinkles.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28860793-114878379007939069?l=dangerouscurvedbropoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouscurvedbropoem.blogspot.com/feeds/114878379007939069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28860793&amp;postID=114878379007939069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28860793/posts/default/114878379007939069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28860793/posts/default/114878379007939069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouscurvedbropoem.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-big-brother.html' title='My Big Brother'/><author><name>goodangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11060093610969005189</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
