Had a little brother once
Died at six months old
Tears fell but all was not well
With family at home
Barely remember
His face his smile
I was only five years old
When angels took him away
Mum cried for days
Dad yelled and screamed
Why was he taken away?
I could neither cry
Or shout out why
To young to understand
Just merely watched
The heartache and pain
As we grieved
With each passing day
Soft brown eyes
Gentle soul
That's all I could remember
Of my little brother
Another lost young soul
I sit and ponder
What would he be like?
To discover this land
If he was still here
At home were he belonged
All misty eyed
I start to cry
And wish you were here
Besides your family
And your friends
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