Tonight I hug my pillow

Tonight I hug my pillow

I'm wishing you were near

To hold my hand

Or kiss my cheek

We missed so many years

Tonight I hug my pillow

I remember your strong loving arms

And how you made me smile

With all your special charms

Tonight I hug my pillow

I'm wishing it were you

To squeeze me back and hold me tight

While I drift into the night

Tonight I hug my pillow

Tears stream down my face

I long to see your gentle eyes

And feel your warm embrace

Tonight I hug my pillow

I think Mommy's looking down

Upon her three grown babies

Together on the ground

Yes, tonight I hug my pillow

It's you that's on my mind

I hope you know how much I love you

A more precious brother I'll never find

For Greg Peterson

By Beth Schofield

The Midi playing is "Tears in Heaven" by Eric Clapton

This is the story behind the poem

Veronica, I wrote this poem for my brother. He was given up for adoption at birth in 1968. My mother passed away in 1975 when I was 10 and my sister 4, never telling us. In Oct. of 1998, my Uncle and Aunt told me. I was 33. I looked briefly for a man that I only knew of his time and place of birth. It didn’t work. Then this past Nov.99 I looked again. I merely looked in the AOL Member Directory for matches to my information. I came up with a few that I didn’t remember from before. I emailed them. He responded. The only one. We chatted right away, and in no time that night we were on the phone. It took us only36 days to get the verification we needed to prove that he was my brother, my mothers baby boy. That was on a Friday, Dec. 17th. He came to my house on that Sunday, the 19th. he stayed from 9 in the morning to 7 at night. He lives 2 hours away. We did a lot of things that day, met family members, went to the cemetery, and lounged on the couch together while my daughter read us a Christmas story. I have been to MD twice since then. We're working on our next meeting now. We both agree that its like we've always known each other ,just been apart. The ironic thing about it is, he didn't get his computer until Christmas of 98, same as me. So when I was looking from my friends computer, he wasn't there yet. And the night I sent the email, him and his girlfriend had just posted his name on an adoption site to be found. I strongly believe that all things happen for a reason, a we are all part of Gods great plan. Well that's the story behind my poem. I just thought it might help u to understand it.