My Brother Kristian
An acrostic poem
©September 2009, Lauren Erica Baker, aged 9
Kristian, I feel your spiritual embrace,
Remembering your heart of gold and smiling face.
I sometimes lie in bed and cry,
Sobbing to myself, “Why Kristian, why?”
Then I realise that you are still there;
Inside my heart there is a place for you, which helps me to care and share
And helps me to forgive and show compassion like you.
Never stop loving me and we will be one, not two!