February 20
By Fry
February 20 Is such an evil day The day that i was born And when my brother passed away February 20 It started out just fine Woke up with happiness Death never came to mind February 20 School was going great Had no knowledge of My little brother's fate February 20 They took me out of class Told me my brother had fainted With a single quiet gasp February 20 My little bother died He was just so young For six hours straight I cried February 20 Will never be the same He was only ten years old And Stephen was his nameThis really happened to me. I had just turned fourteen. other poems about my brother's death are "No chance for goodbye" by myself and "Stephen" by Phoenix Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 11:08 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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