Just last Sunday, I attended the funeral of one of my classmate's brother. He was only 17. It was another case of a moment of bravery in a sea of cowardice..

I watched you grow,
From cradle stool,
Remember the times,
when we fought in the pool.

You took mama's attention away from me
Made me feel so sad and lonely.
I was jealous;
Yes indeed!
You were so happy,
while I was fuming mad.
You were bursting with youthful zest,
while I was wrapped in all the teenage angst.

What happened?
WHY?
WHat now?
WHy have you chosen
To leave mama behind?
Are you deaf or are you blind?
She's hurting now so deeply inside.
Tears dried up.
No more to cry.

Why must you make me
Walk you your last jouney?
The bitter-sweet torture
Of staring at your resting place.

What now.
YOu've took the leap.
Me? Happy?

You have broken not one heart.
But two.
Rest in peace.
If you have the conscience to,
my dear brother.

_inspired by her story_