Only in Armor

It smelled and reminded me of old forgotten Sundays' as I picked up that book full of wrinking yellow pages.

Long dark tunnels were taken as needed to get there.

So many whispering lullabies of soft syllables echo through the endless forest of trees.

I know your words were trying to reach to me.

I look back at the times we smiled and laughed with each other.

Those memories have been blackened with sorrow and regret

And lightened with happiness and love.

I'm not sure how long it will take for me to move on,

Or if I ever will.

I wonder when I will see your face again and who I will have become by the time that I do.

Love is a wonderful thing,

A reminder of how much we mean to one another,

Tears,

Seeing yours stream down your face sends a flood to be evacuated in me.

I will always remember our first good bye,

How you said your heart had been split in two, and I said that mine had to.

You are my best friend.

The one that I turn to when I have no one else,

When I needed guidance.

You told me when I was younger that you would always been on my side even when I was wrong.

And you knew that I would question that,

But looking back I know that it was the truth.

You have made me stronger,

I've always thought that crying showed a sign of weakness only in me, but you always told me

to never hold them back.

I learned that Savannah thought the same.

I always felt that I needed to be the strong one.

The one that would take care of everything and keep a brave face.

I know that you probably wish I didn't think that way, but I believe that I learned it from you.

You were always the strong one,

the brave one,

the hero.

This poem is about: 
My family

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