***the Day My Baby Brother Died*** Poem by Daniel Richards
***the Day My Baby Brother Died***
I remember that dreadful morning,
Waking to the beast,
Time had stopped, the news reckless
A beautiful boy amazing but deceased
I heard my heart shatter and my soul screamed a cry
The couler the detail I remember like yesterday
But I just wished I’d I said a final goodbye,
Ruthless pain i hide so deep inside,
I wish I could take you just once
With me for a ride,
Because I don’t remember if I even held you,
And now I cant even call you, or even hear your voice,
But I need to tell you i still love you
And yes I know I need to let go, but I know I cant just let you go
I need to hold you in my arms, in my life
Just one more time
Because my heart is broken from not saying good bye
Im sorry I never said goodbye or held you the day you died
WHY OH WHY
Did I not say good bye
But my love is here with the tears
I miss you my brother dear,
I love you
...heartfelt, very touching, sorry for your loss, losing a family member is especially difficult ★
a very emotional write touching the heart. sorry about your loss good write
this poem...dwamn it touched my heart deep. my little baby brother Zaiden Alxander Young was born 2 days ago on the 9th a long with his twin LeRoy. Zaiden died early this morning and LeRoy is barely hanging on... [/3
This is so very upsetting.Bless you. Try 'Song Of A Dying Infant'.
im sorry to hear about your brother i have a 1 yr old brother and he is the sweetest thing ever. i wouldnt know what to do if i lost him. your poem is so sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 6:08:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Perhaps you did hold him and guilt blocked the memory later. Or maybe you were just trying to protect yourself. I've found that most of the strange stories around a death somehow involved the bereaved trying to protect themselves. We cannot gauge the depth of pain another human being is capable of experiencing; so we must forgive their occasional weakness because it might be necessary for their survival.