Annabel's brother

Just a morbid poem. The only tolerable from the notes I found.

Brother is in the woods again
Looking for games to play

He won't let me come with him
He says, "Maybe someday."

Mother and father are upset
They want to send him away

Where will brother go?
Will we be able to play?

He lets me in his room
Secrets he wants me to see

He takes out a box
"Come on, play with me."

The bones are white and smooth
Bleached and baked by the sun

"You put up a fight,
Didn't you little one?"

Mother is screaming
Daddy paces the floor

"He can't stay in this house,
No, not anymore."

They are sending him away
They claim something's wrong

So alone, I'll play the game
That my brother had loved
For so long.