Brother Poem by Amos Greig

Too young to know
Too old to die
You were only a little babe
Never had a chance to play football

Chase girls, ask for help
Robbed of a chance to grow,
To learn, to have help with homework.

Buried beneath a cross
In a town where family no longer
Walk,
Vandals smashed tore down
Your gravestone.

Your memory lives on
In times of need I've felt you there
The brother who should have been.

You who never grew up
Have helped to keep
Guided from beyond
Never forgotten.

Still when I needed
Someone to talk to
You were there.

Rest now little brother
Your memory lives on.