Michael

My brave, beautiful baby brother Michael was a brother I never knew,
He was a tiny miracle, he came out black and blue.
He was my mother's firstborn, born in June of 1985.
It is depressing how he lived 3 months and then, so small, he died.
His suffering and hurt was due to his heart.
He couldn't breathe on his own, even from the start.
My mom just loved to hold him, her dying little boy,
How sad he never got to recieve his first Christmas toy.
When he was born, my mother was so glad,
He was so small and precious, but he was sick and feeling bad.
He was like a fragile glass vase, and she was so afraid that he would fall and break.
She was frightened it would be Michael's life that God would take.
Despite all the love and prayers,
Michael died and went to heaven up there.
No matter, though, for I know he is near,
Always watching over me so that I shall have no fear.
I don't know if you feel him, his presence everywhere,
But i know that I do, and I know I'll meet him there.

*this is in memory of my brother Michael, who is with God in heaven now. Love you, older bro!*
*Car*