My Brother Richy
by Heather Leann Moody, Age 15, Ruston, LA

I think of you every day
At night you’re in my dreams.
You always were mischievous
We made a perfect team.

You took my favorite CD
And brought it to your school.
You all listened to it every day
And thought it was really cool.

I remember your dirty jeans
And your eyes so very bright and brown
Your messy brown hair, never combed
The crafty grin, your very own.

Sometimes I lie awake at night
And almost start to cry
So suddenly you were taken from us
Oh, dear Lord, why?

At times you were such a meany
So it seemed; on some days
But really, Richy, I must admit
I loved you anyways.