Sister
Not a day since you left me, sister-
does my h e a r t not WEEP a thousand sorrows,
oh, sister love, my T E A R S could fill an ocean blue.
I stand at your t o m b and wonder of what could have been,
and recall how PEACEFUL you were in r e p o s e ,
hands in prayer, rosy lips and cheeks, oh how BEAUTIFUL!
Perfectly lovely except you were quite dead, QUITE dead . . .
And when my days on this EARTH end, sister-
will you be there at the golden g a t e to welcome me home,
and take my H A N D in yours just like you used to.
Can we s t r o l l heaven's gardens together,
and sit side-by-side on the grass w h i s p e r i n g silly secrets . . .
I touch your name ENGRAVED deep into the cold stone,
and my heart b l e e d s again and again, each time . . .
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July 4, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Sister
Copyright Protected, ID 07-917-874-04/Draft
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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