Little Brother

I know you are here somewhere

laid to rest among the fallen foe

Help me to find his grave before I go

The war is over...I am going home alone

My brother will stay here...his life is gone

I have promised our dear mother

to lay a wreath on his grave

...a very last gift to my brother

a sign of our grief and of love...a token

Mother’s poor heart was broken

when the news came that he fell

at Gettysburg in that battle of Hell

I was there...I remember it well

Johnny...my brother...I always loved you

In spite of all our trials...I know you knew

I must go home bearing our mother sad news

It will be a hard thing I must do this day

...standing before her in my uniform of grey

telling her...my little brother...that you...

...are buried in a uniform of blue

©Faye Sizemore 9/16/2003