Michael Elijah

October 10, 2011
By Makiaya Hardy BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
Makiaya Hardy BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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A big sister something I would be in January

Finally I would have a sibling younger than me

Rubbing my mother’s stomach all the time

That is now a distant memory in my mind

I looked at the ultra sound picture everyday

I already loved that little baby in everyway

“It’s a boy” My mother said in excitement

When her water broke we all needed enlightment

Michael Elijah was his name

All his ultra sound I will frame

My heart was broken when he died

That whole night I sat up and cried

Now I think about him as more than a memory

He was my little brother he meant more to me

Michael Elijah I will always love you

The author's comments:
This is about my little brother

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