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My brother is ill,
And though I’m young still,
It hurts me to see,
He’s not normal – like me.
2
He gets most of mom’s time –
But, I want more, too!
Is it a crime –
To feel as I do?
3
I feel jealous – deep within...
Resentful – for time not given...
Guilty – that I am ok...
Hurt – when I’m “in the way”!
4
Some times – I wish I could hide...
I’m just so torn up, inside!
And, there’s numbness, too –
When I don’t know what to do!
5
Frustration, helplessness, despair...
These things are everywhere!
And – Fear of the unknown –
With these things – I have grown! |
6
Yes – at times, I’ve been mad!
But, it’s not always been bad...
For though the road is long –
It’s just made me strong!
7
I see things - in a new way...
I cherish each step – each day!
And, now - I know, too -
It’s ok - to feel as I do!
8
Though hours “for me” are few,
Things – “just together” – we can do.
For, I’m mom’s precious helper –
And - it’s made me a fighter!
9
The battle is long – and, there’s little rest,
But, my brother – he’s still the best!
And when mom cries - it’s me she holds tight!
I’ll always be - her bright, shinning light!
10
A hug, understanding and some hope...
These simple things – they help me cope!
Though – without a cure - my future’s unsure,
The love for my brother will forever endure!
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