I know that I never got to know you.
Mom would always tell me that you flew,
What she meant was something I never knew.
That is until I had to grow up without you.
Until the age of eight I was oblivious.
But then in school everything became obvious.
My little brother was born with no air in his lungs.
His song was the song that all the angels had sung.
At that point forward I knew why mom cried,
Every time I had asked why little brother died.
Now I know exactly why she had just sighed,
And now I know how she protected me when she lied.
I know that I never got to know you,
And I don't understand why you flew,
But even as I child I always knew,
That no matter how old I am…I'll always love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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