Ode To My Sister

(Ode to my Sister) P erhaps it was never meant to be R ight from the start, a baby sister for me E arly January morn when she breathes her last C old hearted fate, took her, a few years past I n that few moments, I touched her tiny hands O ur spirit entwined forming an eternal bond U nited thus our soul separated by fate. S omeday, someday, we’ll meet at heaven’s gate A precious little thing, tiny hands on my fingers cling U pon this world she graced for a time fleeting D reamy little eyes, she stole a look at my face R attled my emotion, my heart started to race E ver so gently, I caress her head of soft curly hair Y es, tears did flow down my cheeks, I truly love her. J esus, I prayed, “cradle her in Your arm, protect my little sister.” A nd, He answered right that day, and to heaven He took her. D earest little sister, I shall come knocking at heaven’s gate E ternity awaits, we shall see each other, but not yet,. . . not yet. L et me live my life to the fullest, reach my goals and dreams U ntil such time when I can prove nothing more I shall come to you, my little sister, and be a brother once more.