Fifty-six years ago today my brother was born. I was four. My mother said I came running into the room and jumped up on the bed and demanded to know where my baby ''bruver'' was. It broke her heart to have to tell me that he was in heaven. He was born with one lung collapsed and the other one filled with fluids, so that he only lived on this earth two short days.Mom could have no other kids, so I grew up alone. I can't say I was abused..not physically anyway, but words can leave scars no one sees.All my life I wished I had been the one who died instead of Jeff, my brother. I miss him. I have one picture of him lying in a tiny white casket. Every year on his Birthday I ask God to tell him Happy Birthday and give him a hug and tell him it's from his big Sis.I wrote this poem a few years back for him. I'd like to share it with you if I may. Little Brother..Happy Birthday and I'll see you soon.
To My Brother
Happy birthday little brother
Another year has come and gone
It's been a long long time now
Since our Father called you home
Each year I ask my Father
Give my brother just from me
A happy birthday and I love him
For I miss him so you see
This year seemed so much harder
I don't know the reason why
When I asked the Lord to tell you
I began to tremble and cry
I miss you little brother
But I look forward to the day
When we'll run through fields of clover
And I'll kiss your precious face
Up there we'll be together
Never more to be apart
But until then I'll hold you close
Deep within my heart
