In Loving Memory of my Brother Anthony C. Troiano
Anthony, young brother close in age we felt like twins in a sense. Some times were awesome, others were tense, both of us stubborn both of us dense.
Years apart would bring us to wrought till the day when we talked maybe in thought. Our eyes filled with tears and the promise to love made each of us happy and we never more fought.
Brother and sister paper and pen, many a letter till I saw him again. I felt his love by each word in his lines, he felt my love by my silence at times.
Laughing and crying about silly things brought he and I closer in the song we would sing. Playing with dolls and robots and stuff made him a sissy and I was called rough.
But he wanted family and I wanted friends and I had the family and he had a friend. It was all good and then in the end Our lord came to take him and I'm left to mend!
So this a song I sing to my love, my beautiful brother in heaven above. In wisdom I've grown and in heart I have too, I see things so clear with so little to fear.
Mothers and Fathers, sisters and bro's we could each write a book on the things that we know. Keeping my faith is important to me, loving and living to be the best I could be.
If we all took our troubles and gave them away we might want them back after only a day. Only God knows what our future will be so don't be too eager to get there you see.
Your youth will give way to an elderly day and you may have to fight to keep wars at bay. Your children and theirs are the light of your life so teach them to love with all of their might.
In loving memory By Gilda Schaal aka JvS
Anthony, young brother close in age we felt like twins in a sense. Some times were awesome, others were tense, both of us stubborn both of us dense.
Years apart would bring us to wrought till the day when we talked maybe in thought. Our eyes filled with tears and the promise to love made each of us happy and we never more fought.
Brother and sister paper and pen, many a letter till I saw him again. I felt his love by each word in his lines, he felt my love by my silence at times.
Laughing and crying about silly things brought he and I closer in the song we would sing. Playing with dolls and robots and stuff made him a sissy and I was called rough.
But he wanted family and I wanted friends and I had the family and he had a friend. It was all good and then in the end Our lord came to take him and I'm left to mend!
So this a song I sing to my love, my beautiful brother in heaven above. In wisdom I've grown and in heart I have too, I see things so clear with so little to fear.
Mothers and Fathers, sisters and bro's we could each write a book on the things that we know. Keeping my faith is important to me, loving and living to be the best I could be.
If we all took our troubles and gave them away we might want them back after only a day. Only God knows what our future will be so don't be too eager to get there you see.
Your youth will give way to an elderly day and you may have to fight to keep wars at bay. Your children and theirs are the light of your life so teach them to love with all of their might.
In loving memory By Gilda Schaal aka JvS
