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once when i was very young, when i was only seven, you left my family left us all, left to go to heaven. now i miss you more than all, miss you more than the others. i miss you because after all you were my only brothers! though at the time you were alive i did not know what death could mean. now i understand it all. but every night i dream, i dream i could see you, seeyou for one last time. be with you until the time you really have to climb, climb that pearly stairway the stairway that leads to heaven. now i understand it all, you died on 9/11!!! no copywriting!! i wrote this poem!!© -Melissa