John by Amy Giunta

John was my brother,
Like him, there was no other.
John was nice,
He didn't like mice.
John was funny,
He was as sweet as honey.
John made me laugh,
He wanted to be part of a school staff.
John was kind,
Never got in a bind.
John was gentle,
He never acted mental.
John wouldn't hurt a fly,
I never got a chance to hug him goodbye.
John was young,
He sometimes sung.
John was loved,
He was all of the above.
John was caring,
He was also sharing.
I miss and think about John everyday,
I know I will see him again someday.