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[title] => Riley Daniel
[time] => 2004-06-08 17:59:15
[hometext] => I wrote this poem for my little brother who died from SIDS. I was the last one to see him alive when I came to him in the middle of the night to hold him while he cried. I put him back into his crib and the next morning we found him dead.
[bodytext] => I remember when I use to watch you sleep silently in your bed. I wondered what dreams were going through your precious head. Your face was pressed against your pillow Your hands tightly clenching the quillow. I looked to find your unseen blue eyes. That would leave me like always, hypnotized. Your soft, moist lips were perched together You hair was like a floating soft feather. I moved your hair off your face with my hand. But you seemed like you were in another land. Remembering when I use to touch you and you rolled onto your side. You then broke out into tears that you then cried. I remember when I reached down and held you in my arms. I then started to rock you, trying to keep you from all harms. I remember when I sang you a lullaby; and you would start to snore. At these times, I knew, I couldn't have loved you more. I would slowly lean down and kiss your soft cheek. "Oh why little brother, why did you have to be so weak?" I remember carrying you one last time to your soft bed. Wondering now in my heart "Oh dear brother, Why are you dead?" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 55 [informant] => Seans_Girl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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