A child you were that died aborning,
flesh of my flesh you are my brother still.
You left me alone one cold June morning,
leaving a hole that no one else can fill.
For five months we grew under mother's heart,
sharing as we do but a single soul.
Losing you also tore mother apart,
her body will never again be whole.
Sixteen weeks more inside mother I grew,
turning, dying and feeling out of place.
Even then brother I was missing you,
as I do when I look at my own face.
By dry delivery mother was scarred,
knowledge that drove mother and father wild.
Their outlooks on the future were both marred,
seems never again could they have a child.
For weeks I lay in an incubator,
a sickly child that was weak and frail.
Every new breath I took would elate her,
as mother had no doubt life would prevail.
Through the trials of my life you were there,
an unseen prescence that kept me from harm.
You saw me through the worst of my despair,
becoming the source of my present charm.
Brother, I'm sorry you had no name,
it tears at my heart if the truth be told.
Here though my brother is my deepest shame,
I knew you not til twenty-six years old.
Mother said that you just never came up,
undoubtedly that sentiment is true.
Since that time bitter tears have filled my cup,
cried for you,the brother I never knew.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 08-28-99).]