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TO MY BROTHER STEVEN HOWARD BERSON
You ended your life; It's just not fair.
What about me? You left me here.
They let me see you; One last time,
Connected to tubes, And a life support line.
I told you I loved you, I kissed you good-bye.
I begged you to fight; You chose to die.
I wish you spoke on your final call;
I heard you breathing, and that was all.
You should have fought; You should have tried.
They pulled the plug , And you just died.
Daddy couldn't bare to say good-bye;
How do you watch your child die?
So many times you caused him pain;
He never left you alone in shame.
Was life so bad you had to die?
Why couldn't you fight? Why couldn't you try?
I wonder how you'd be today?
I'll never know since you went away.
We have a nephew he shares your name;
I pray he doesn't share your pain.
What do we tell him, about you?
The uncle who couldn't see life through.
You should be here to watch him grow;
Know you're the uncle he'll never know.
You had so much love left to give;
Why couldn't you fight? Why couldn't you live.
Your life wasn't easy, or even fair;
Why couldn't you fight?
Why couldn't you care?
I wonder how I'd be today;
If you didn't die that April day?
Kymberly Berson 2005
by KYMBERLY
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