Cry, Little Sister

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. 


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