I recently left home and I remember how it feels for siblings to lose their brothers or sisters who are older. I remember when my brother left the first time, oh how I cried. I remember the piece of me which felt betrayed inside. I remember the pain which I feel about now, but I know my little sister will survive somehow.
This poem reflects the way I feel about "The Brat
", better known as Cazza
The Brat (missing you)
Tears run down these cheeks at night
when I think about my sisters life.
When I remember all the times that past,
the lives which left us both behind.
The friends and family I no longer see,
the past behind, what future for me?
I miss my sister this is true.
So Cassie I wish to say-
though distance and space may come between:
"I will never leave".
dedicated to Cazza
Luke(y) Skinner 6/3/06