Elizabeth Monroe

Big Brother

I miss you big brother.
I miss how you told me I looked like mother.
I miss how you protected me.
I miss how when things got bad you would never flee.
I miss how you always seemed to care.
I miss how you played with my hair.
I miss how you were never mad even though
everyone started spending more time with me when I got sick.
I miss how you were always so quick.
I miss how you weren't mad even though mom left because of me.
I miss how you told me it wasn't my fault mom had to flee.
I miss how you said it wasn't my fault even though I knew it was because mom couldn't handle that I wasn't going to get better.
I miss how in winter you always got me new sweaters.
I miss everything about you big brother.
I will never love another good bye my big brother.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 26, 2009

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Comments about Big Brother by Elizabeth Monroe

  • Keith Hendrickson (7/29/2009 5:34:00 PM)

    filled with passion, depth, and love. a great poem. i enjoyed it sooo much

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  • Broken Heart (7/17/2009 3:12:00 AM)

    so sweet! !
    very well written! !
    10++

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  • C. P. SharmaC. P. Sharma (7/13/2009 12:56:00 AM)

    Outpouring of sincere emotions. Pure poetry.
    CP

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  • Mehta Hasmukh AmathalalMehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/11/2009 10:25:00 PM)

    couldn't handle that I wasn't going to get better.
    I miss how in winter you always got me new sweaters... good and cherishable memsories abt brother.. very well done and said

    read. mine o.mother, papa do u know and papa u too. good ones..

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