My brother.
Don't ever lose your brother,
and always keep him near.
Never say you hate him,
tell him you're always there!
The pain of losing your brother,
is so much more...
Than any one person,
should have to endure.
The phone call that night,
that my brother was gone.
I honestly thought,
someone had it wrong.
I didn't get a chance,
to tell him I how much I care.
All I keep thinking,
is, at the end, I wasn't there.
To many people, he was many things,
but to me he was just my brother.
A childhood shared, the memories made,
memories I have with no other.
So if you have a brother,
you must hold on to him tight.
Cos one thing I've learnt is you'll never know,
When will be his last night.
poem by Stacey Ann Hendry
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