Daniel Richards

(09-11-1982 / London, England)

***The Day My Baby Brother Died***


I remember that dreadful morning,
Waking to the beast,
Time had stopped, the news reckless
A beautiful boy amazing but deceased
I heard my heart shatter and my soul screamed a cry
The couler the detail I remember like yesterday
But I just wished I’d I said a final goodbye,

Ruthless pain i hide so deep inside,
I wish I could take you just once
With me for a ride,
Because I don’t remember if I even held you,
And now I cant even call you, or even hear your voice,
But I need to tell you i still love you
And yes I know I need to let go, but I know I cant just let you go
I need to hold you in my arms, in my life
Just one more time

Because my heart is broken from not saying good bye
Im sorry I never said goodbye or held you the day you died
WHY OH WHY
Did I not say good bye

But my love is here with the tears
I miss you my brother dear,
I love you

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Edited: Friday, February 27, 2009

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  • Bethany Smith (2/10/2012 11:30:00 AM)

    this poem...dwamn it touched my heart deep. my little baby brother Zaiden Alxander Young was born 2 days ago on the 9th a long with his twin LeRoy. Zaiden died early this morning and LeRoy is barely hanging on... [/3 (Report) Reply

  • Haven Fulford (5/20/2009 7:49:00 AM)

    im sorry to hear about your brother i have a 1 yr old brother and he is the sweetest thing ever. i wouldnt know what to do if i lost him. your poem is so sad (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (2/10/2009 11:31:00 AM)

    Perhaps you did hold him and guilt blocked the memory later. Or maybe
    you were just trying to protect yourself. I've found that most of the strange
    stories around a death somehow involved the bereaved trying to protect
    themselves. We cannot gauge the depth of pain another human being is
    capable of experiencing; so we must forgive their occasional weakness
    because it might be necessary for their survival. (Report) Reply

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