My Brother's Tribute

At the age of eight I lost a friend
I know there isn’t another like him
He was kind and we loved each other
I still can’t believe a dope attic took my brother
He was only six and on his birth day, the city police found his body in the worst way
I try to think sometimes it’s not true
But ignoring your brothers’ death is too hard to do
Sometimes I sit and cry and reminisce
I ask myself why did he have to die like this?
But I know one day ill see him again
Inside my heart is where I keep my kin
I love my brother and still love him to this day
I just wish on this earth is were he stayed
Never do things always go good
But now heaven is his hood
I remember the days were we played around
We used to play wrestle until we both hit the ground
Those days are over and I wish I had them again
This poetry is dedicated to my brother
My brother who is my best friend.

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