Brother Death Poem

When my brother died it was hard. Now I get to think about him again after so many years. This is one of my poems that helped me cope.

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Brother Of Mine

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Published: April 2009

It was so bleak I don't remember
those horrific nights of December,
I sit here and weep
because you we couldn't keep,
I was only six when this went on
I wish it was me not you that was gone,
as you lay there basically dead
I was in the waiting room waiting for dread,
my mind is now gone and cannot get back
you were the good child and I was the lack,
my dear brother I wish I could see
if you were alive how it could be.

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