For Charlie


Death
my brother Charlie died at 3 years old
he never got the chance to experience the world
I remember his smile
his baby teeth all intact
his thoughts were so innocent and pure
His child mind imagined dinosaurs and pirates
in the clouds, Trying to climb as high as he could
thinking he could reach them.
His fingers would count the stars with such wonder,
Are they really on fire? He would ask.
His voice sung the alphabet with a tune
and would stumble at LMNOP
Death
my brother Charlie died at 3 years old
I remember his face,
toothless
the innocence of his life fully gone
his casket way too small to understand why it happened
no more wonder
no more possibilities
his body still, the tune of death
Death
my brother Charlie died at only 3 years old

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