I miss...

Michael, how i miss you now that your gone.. its been 4 years since that cool august day..
I wish you could have stayed..
You were only four...now you live no more...
We miss you lots... We miss your touch...We miss you much
Too much, too much to handle..
How do we cope?
me and you were too close
I was there babysitting you when you died...
I cant help but feel that its my fault...
All I have are memories, and pictures, but its not the same, its not you...
I love you and miss you...

*This poem was written by me (Jamee) to my brother Michael who died when he was four years old, he choked on a balloon on Thursday, August 13, 2001*

~!~ I know its bad, but its my first poem~!~