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