Written Sept 25, 2026 6.12am
I've written many poems for my father and finally, I've one
for my other younger brother. They're now in heaven.
I've many joyful moments with my brother esp abroad.
So nice and sweet to remember Playing with my younger brother With mom’s constant reminder To be a good sibling and sister- As his older sister, she said Learn to give way, instead If his mood turns flaring red Wait patiently, don’t go to bed. Hug him and speak softly Share and show fairness lovingly Use magic words, act humbly He’ll definitely follow, learns slowly. Mom’s teachings were effective No rivalry, rapport was highly achieved Siblings’ closeness bloomed, heaved But he passed away so early, I grieved. If I disobeyed and remained stubborn He didn’t enjoy life with me…so forlorn No strong bonds, fun, travels and so on No many good memories from loved ones.
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