by Shirley Rozankowski

Created on: June 07, 2009

You Always made me smile,

You always made me laugh,

You still make me happy,

When I think of our past.

And even though your gone,

I think of you often

and where you would be,

if you weren't in your coffin.

Now and then I think I see you,

In the car right next mine,

I realize its not,

And tears pour from my eyes.

You are my little brother,

Barley made fifteen,

I was so young too,

This world can be so mean.

And when I think,

That you never had a chance,

I cry a little more,

And wonder how long it will last.

I know you never had the chance,

To drive a car,

To turn eighteen,

I know you never had a chance,

To see your little neice.

But, who knows what you see,

As you look down from heaven,

I just wish I had the chance,

For you to be here with me.

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