love just like a river

This old house was made of stucco
Once so white, now shows her age
And the front porch filled with laughter
Where my brother and I played
Oh that porch was long and sturdy
Painted gray with quiet grace
And we'd wash each board on Sunday
Scrubbed as clean as my own face

Isn't love just like a river
All our memories fill the shores
I'll remember you forever
'Til the rivers are no more

We would rock there in our porch swing
Shuffling shoes across her boards
Singing loudly with my brother
'Til the neighbors shut their doors
His sweet smile so like an angel
Mighty joy did fill the air
I would give all my possessions
Just to see him singing there

Isn't love just like a river
All our memories fill the shores
I'll remember you forever
'Til the rivers are no more

Now our porch has long been covered
And the front door has been moved
And our house which faced the corner
Faces some strange avenue
How I cried when Mama left us
How I cried for Daddy too
But I smile to think of brother
Singing where the angels do

...my little brother,
Charles Hugh Pruett III,
Oct 10, 1952 - August 14, 1987

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