Mornings arrive and many nights pass,
Memories of her forever last.
Childhood laughter and tear streaked faces,
Echo in my thoughts and leave faint traces.
A familiar face in the children she bore,
Although her smoky voice will be heard no more.
Long, wavy locks that floated as she danced
Hips swaying to music, lost in a trance.
She knew things some could never understand,
Sometimes a foe, eternally a friend.
Shared experiences led her to a painful journey,
A life cruelly stolen, a mother taken too early.
Each day I am gifted is truly a treasure.
This life brings to me fulfillment beyond measure.
Still sorrow waits in misty morn and sun-kissed mixture,
Love and joy do not lessen the loss of a sister.