The Pink Bedspread

The first thing that you do each day, when you climb out of your bed;

Is go over to where your brother laid, and smell his pink bedspread!

It rests beside his sacred shrine, atop the bed where he once slept;

Your little head rubs it up and down, your love for him e’er kept!

We lost him two long years ago, we’ve all suffered so grievously;

A blessed member had to part, from our lovely family!

We know you have a broken heart, just like Mommy and Daddy do;

And your little soul is sobbing now, for you miss him very true!

We do all we can to ease your pain, we never leave your side;

Yet there are times your face is very sad, and we know that you have cried!

But we need you to stay very strong, for you are all that we have left;

Please let us help you smile again, when your heart is so bereft!