i sit here like i used to but the feeling's way different
the familiar wall seems so grey and barren
i cry as i remember how things were done so abruptly
i still hear mum's sobbing and rhythmic cry
tears flow, pounding in the chest i feel
dad's eyes are still full and misty
your classmates weep, i don't know why
do they ever understand kiddo?
teachers give their sympathy
friends console us
but no matter how strong i pretend to be
here i am, writing about how i miss you
i wonder if the pain would ever cease
you are my life kiddo, but you walked away
they say i shouldn't feel blue
for finally you are an angel up in the sky
shining so brightly, looking after me, mum and dad
now i hold onto nothing but sweet memories

of pillow fights, of skating, of WWE
of disneyland, of endless laughters
of thanksgiving, of christmas and holidays
of remote-control-fight, of kicking someone's a$$
of so many countless wonderful times

but rest now my little darling brother
be happy wherever you are
i promise that i won't ever forget you
i coudn't and wouldn't
i'll take care of mum
show to dad how much he means to me too
be my guiding star and my angel kiddo

chapters of our lives may be through
but i am not over loving you
i will keep on doing the things we used to
pages of my life and of our parents may turn
but we won't shut you out of our lives
for you are part of it and that's so true

i love you so much kiddo...
goodbye my little brother and until we meet again

In Loving Memory
Clark John Smith
October 8, 1993 - November 16, 2004