My Brother
Jacqui Smith
The tears on my face stain my pillow
As my heart slowly begins to break
I rmeember all the fun
we had all the laughter,
all the joy.
I look back to see a
little boy
Who would fight for me.
I have great memories of
evening talks
with joyful laughter
in between.
I notice a boy who
need protetction and shelter
from dark
I see a boy who
sheltered me
and cared when a guy
broke my heart.
I see a boy who
looked up to me
because I was his sister,
and needed me to save
all my love for him.
He needed me and I
needed him but tines
changed and yet we've
sort- of grown apart
he doesn't know it,
but the growing up
broke my heart!