Alan Michael Street Tribute

                               "My Brother, My Friend"

                                                        A Brother is a Gift given by Nature

                               My brother, my friend   
                              I don't know where to begin.
                        It's been a year, but feels like a day.
                        Still now, I don't know what to say...

                          Twelve o'clock, that June night,
                       I awoke suddenly, I awoke in fright.
                        Sweaty palms and a tightening chest,
                               though I tried, I could not rest.

                             Piecing it together, it all fell apart.
                      But this pain still remains in my heart.
                        Driving home, questioning, "Why",
                             the thought of you gone, made me cry.

                           Holding your hand, touching your hair,
                       You are my only brother, this isn't  fair!
                            This doesn't feel right, it must be a dream,
                             I open my mouth, but cannot scream.

                          Birthdays and holidays come and go,
                      The pain I would soon feel, I did not know. 
                                     My brother, my friend,
                          gone at twenty-four, your life didn't begin.

                        A passion for success, high hopes and dreams,
                    No matter how hard I try, you can't hear my screams.
                           You held your head up, and you held it high,
                             If you failed once, again you'd try.


                                                                                            Ashley
                                                                                         06-08-2009