Brother Death Poem

A girl who has never met her brother mourns for him just the same.

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This story reminds me of my little brother and my big sister. They were miss-carriages, about a year before and a year after I was born, and I still see the lingering pain in my mother's eyes...

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My Brother

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Published: February 2006

I never got the chance to meet you
You died before I was even born
I think about you as if I knew you
I know you see the way I mourn
I cry for you all the time
Just wishing to have you by my side
I want to see your lovely face
I want to feel your sweet embrace
It hurts this much and to think I never met you
If I had, imagine what I'd be going through
I have a father, a sister, and a mother
The only thing that's missing is you-my Brother.

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  • by Anonymous, Anonymous
  • 3 years ago

This story reminds me of my little brother and my big sister. They were miss-carriages, about a year before and a year after I was born, and I still see the lingering pain in my mother's eyes when little Jonah or big Shirley are mentioned, 14 years later. I know that my baby brother and big sister were going to be amazing, and sometimes I just imagine what they would look like, who they would be, and what they would grow up to be. Each time I imagine them, it's slightly different...but most of them come back to a smiling boy and girl ready and able to make anyone laugh and smile... and that makes me happy, that my brother and sister could have been like that... The only thing really missing in my life is my little brother and my big sister.

  • by Mollie, England
  • 3 years ago

My name is Mollie. I'm twelve years old and have two siblings. One of them is my younger brother, the other my older half-sister. I also have an older half-brother who was born stillborn long before any of us were born. My little brother is too young to really understand, and my half-sister just doesn't really care. But I do. Even though I never met him, I miss him. I've tried to imagine what life would be like if he was still alive, but I guess that my Dad never would have met my Mum and had me and my little brother if he was still alive. My half-brothers name was Scott. I plan on naming my first son after him as a sign of respect and love.

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