Crying Poem

A sister is touched seeing her grown up brother cry like a child.

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Kendra, I know how you feel. Nine months ago I got put into a foster home with an amazing foster mom and 2 lovely but not so lovely cats. The reason I got put in this situation is because I...

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Published: February 2006

I saw my brother cry today.
He seemed five years old
It did not seem to me that he was six feet tall.
He lost a thing he treasured,
I saw it in his eyes.
To see my brother hurt,
It made me want to cry.
Love is not measured in how tall you are,
Or how far around your arms go.
When you hug someone that you love so.
But how much it hurts to let something you love go.
I want my brother to know that he
Is loved by all, especially me.
I saw my brother cry today.

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  • Crystal Phillips by Crystal Phillips
  • 3 months ago

Kendra, I know how you feel. Nine months ago I got put into a foster home with an amazing foster mom and 2 lovely but not so lovely cats. The reason I got put in this situation is because I was in some lame group chat with my friends and they were talking about drugs and I was on school wifi, so the assistant principal called me and said he found it on my phone. They then called my mom to come get me, and right before she came and picked me up, she turned my fostering paper in just because I was in some lame GC, but then she made up another lame excuse, saying that it was because my dad has stage 4 cancer and she can't handle a 14 year old and my dad. It was lie because she has 3 younger kids and they are a lot more to handle, but oh well. I still cry every night, and a couple of weeks ago I got a text saying that my dad only has 3 weeks to live.

  • Kendra Leigh Ann Priebe by Kendra Leigh Ann Priebe
  • 7 months ago

My name is Kendra and I have a sister and a brother. I just got put into a foster home. I'm scared, and I don't know what to do. I'm away from my mom. I cry every night. I don't know what to do. My friends are with me however much they can be, but there is only so much they can do. I don't know what to do. I'm so lost. My stomach hurts; so does my heart. I look tired all the time. Why is it that people start to pay more attention to you when you are hurt, but they don't ever have the time to ask how your day is when you aren't hurt. I'm so confused. I don't know what to do.

  • Mackenzie by Mackenzie
  • 4 months ago

I can relate to you. Heartbreak is so hard for me as well, but eventuly it will get better

  • Moni by Moni
  • 5 months ago

I feel really sad for you. I read what you wrote, and I sincerely hope that things get better for you. I know it's been a month since you uploaded this, but I still wanted to offer you my sympathies.

  • Dei by Dei
  • 11 years ago

Beautiful...Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem!

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