Samantha Desmond


My Brother - Poem by Samantha Desmond

What she remembers,
is running through the house,
their laughter showing their joy,
as they pretended to be secret agents.

Each day filled with fun,
playing games, made up, or not,
not a care about friends from school,
for her best friend was right at home.

But as time passed,
emotions changed, they changed,
no longer friends,
no longer around.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 4, 2008



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