My mother is the most loving person I have ever known
She always was there when we needed her heart
I was never able to tell her how thankful I am
I owe my Mother so much more than my life
My sister is a caring soul, blinded by her love
She was the first of us, people often thought she was bad
It was the seventies she wanted freedom
Of all the gifts Mary Anne ever gave me
The most vital was her belief in me
My oldest brother Burt, more like a twin
Burt and I raise hell, but most of all understand each other
We never met a six-pack we didn’t like
Or time that we felt like anything other than brothers
My Brother Bob, a Duplicate of my father
He was always the normal one,
Athlete, Hunter typical Craft
Best brother I could have ever hoped for