I'Ve Got So Much To Tell You Poem by Jade Heathfield

I sometimes wonder,
When I look up to the stars...

My brother...

What do you look like?
Grey eyes,
Like mine?

Do you laugh,
At the same things,
As your little Sis?

And sometimes,
When things are going wrong,
I wish you were here.
To comfort me,
And tell me
That everything's ok.
Tell me not to worry
My silly little head.

I wish we could have fought over the TV remote,
Gone exploring in the woods together,
Where you'd have taught me
How to make a secret den.
Or let me come along,
While you went fishing on the river...

I want to tell you all of my successes,
And all of my failures...

I want you to meet my boyfriends,
Disprove of them,
And say:
“No man is good enough for, my little sister”

And we'd laugh.
We'd cry.
You'd be my best friend,
And we'd have a secret smile,
Just me and you.

But instead,
You were destined to be an Angel,
A beautiful shining star,
In the inky black sky.
I know I'll meet you one day,
Brother.
And I can't wait...

I've got so much to tell you...