STILL-BORN, STILL REMEMBERED From the sadness of tine, It was the birth and death of a son, And so came

the brother of mine, Unaware of your name, Till told you were existent, Sad and disturbed had I came, More further the distant, Deceptive did I appear, Always did I hide, Yet never would, No matter how much I tried, Never did I shed a tear, Sadness dwelled deep inside, Yet I never could cry, Longing for your embrace, And here I knelt within your grace, As I knelt by your final resting place, For the first time a tear fell from my face. Soon followed by another, and another, Losing the emptiness I once bare, Feeling now as though I am your Brother, Lying their in the ground, I realize now Im never alone, You were then, now and will always be around, In this world I believed was my own!

TRENT NATHAN STEVENSON