Just Like You
I seek for answers from dusk till dawn,
The voices of my brother may never be gone.
We miss him so dearly, why has this family been torn?
I know mom and dad just wish he could be reborn.
Sometimes terrible things happen and we don’t know why,
All we can pray for is to see him again when we die.
When that time comes and we can see the light,
Brother, be ready for hugs with all of our might.
If I could have sacrificed myself to save your life,
I would have said to the doc, “Hand over the knife.”
All of these memories we’ve had are so strong,
If the clocks could turn back we wouldn’t do as much wrong.
I miss the compliments and advice you once gave;
It just doesn’t make sense that you’re now in a grave.
I used to tell you everything, now there’s no one to turn to.
That’s partially why my best friend, brother, and hero is you.
I was the last one to stand over your coffin at your funeral.
My body is still operating but I think I’m running out of oil.
My heart aches and my body feels so very brittle,
But I’ll be alright as long as I have that hero named John Little.
Thank you for everything you liked or used to do,
All I ever really wanted was to be “just like you.”
To: My Brother
This poem is dedicated to my hero in life,
John Little
Written and thought up by Jeffrey Michael Little
