This is to the little boy who was born on Christmas Eve with a Cheshire grin and twinkling eyes that were stolen before the Summer began. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.
Little brother,
Your eyes were dark
My favorite type of chocolate
My favorite type of carefree love within your eyes
You were quiet too
But smart and witty
We all saw it and thought
What a mouth! for a child
You were so small
Too young and yet too old
To know that it was wrong
Did you cry, scream
Curse the God who
You were told to praise
For your blessed life
Did you wish that
Someone, anyone could see
That your chocolate eyes
Were filled with sorrow
And that silent thinking
Had morphed into quiet fear
Did you wish that
One of them, any of them
Had spoken aloud
When they found out
Did you hate them
With a burning passion
Just as much as I do
Do you wish that
He had his lower half
Severed for touching you
Do you wish that
You could erase it all
With the swipe of a button
Yes, Yes, what am I saying
How could he, baby boy
Tell me how
How could they idle
While you were hurt
Bleeding and bruised
How could they look
Me in the eyes
And have the guts
To say that nothing was wrong
And how could you
Stare up at me with those
Dark, dark, chocolate brown eyes
And say the exact same thing
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I needed to write you something. Before when I would cry I didn't understand how some thing that hadn't happened to me could leave me so breathless, so empty, so remorseful. I still don't fully understand. But I do know that I needed to write this down. I need to remember. Not for myself, not for him, maybe not even for you. I needed to because it tore us in half just like it tears other families apart. We all need to remember.
