My Brother Poem by Rowena Mallick

We were close,
He loved his big sister.
We were kind to each other.
I was like a motherly figure,
Replacing someone who wasn't there.

He would come from School,
And have my home cooking.
He liked fixing things,
Laugh, chat and listen to music.
He was so artistic, so brilliant.

He was so fair and smart,
That all the girls admired him.
He helped paint my home,
Then would go to the park with us.
I never thought he was here so briefly,
Precious brother snatched away.

Now only memories of those sunny days,
When we talked whilst drinking Coffee.
We never laughed after he died,
A part of us died with my brother you see,
Its not just his grave, it's also me.

I was older and wanted the best,
Keep them happy and cosily safe.
I miss you brother and cannot find,
The kind love that can truly bind.
He liked sports, travel and life,
Till death came and stole him away.

All us siblings were shocked and grieved,
How can we fill the gap in our hearts.
Photos and recordings are all,
That's left to show he was here.
So many friends came with flowers,
People pouring in from far and near.

He was famous and loved,
And was everyone's friend.
A rare gentle soul that everyone warmed to,
A real prince with talent and a future.
A part of our soul, apart forever.

Each road he walked on,
Has a memory set there.
He could almost be there,
Walking happily on his way,
With his Cap on, smiling shyly.


The good seem to die young,
People would always say.
Only things we cherish now,
Are the colourfully clear memories.
Maybe someday, somehow, someway,
We will all be together again.