A poem I wrote for Chris

My Brother, A United States Marine

Leaving Chris standing there was the hardest thing we had to do,

Especially when your a sister of "One of the Few."

The many nights sitting on my bed dreaming of the day,

When my big brother would be home to stay.

Remebering all the things we did together,

All the "good times" we shared,

The way Chris stood up for me, the way he cared.

We wrote Chris alot, at least one a day,

Until he was home, home with us to stay.

Then finally it was over after 3 months of waiting,

And all that time steven was Praying,

For Chris to be safe and come home soon,

Especially while he was doing the Crucible with his platton.

On that early morning we got up to leave,

As we were driving I just couldn't belive.

I would see my big brother again,

But not for long, because he had to report at Camp Pendleton.

We got to the hotel and went to bed,

I woke up at six and had a short shower,

I couldn't wait to see Chris in one hour.

We got on the bus and rode to the base,

All of us couldn't wait to see his face.

As they all ran up, lean and looking mean,

I finally saw my big brother, A United States Marine.

We only had ten days with him before he had to leave,

The days went by so fast, we all couldn't belive.

Now's he here he's home to stay,

But he will always do things the Marine Corps way.

I will always remeber Chris' Graduation day,

Very close to my heart it will stay.

The day my brother became a United States Marine.

By Alyssa,

Sister of a U.S. Marine