Five Years Ago

Good morning she said to me, twas a Sunday morn Outstretched arms, asking for a hug, with a yawn. As we embrace, the sun shine through the window, I kiss her forehead, and tickled her tiny little toes In a beautiful red dress and shiny curly locks She brought her little purse loaded with her snacks. As we walked along she held my hand so tightly I smiled at her, "i'll never let go, don't you ever worry." We played at the park, oh! Twas a joyous happy day. A balloon in her hand, you should have seen her play. "I'm thirsty," she said, "hold my balloon, don't let it fly away" I smiled at her, "I'll never let it go, don't you worry," I say. It was dark when we got home she was half asleep I took off her shoes, tucked her between the sheets. Soon she was sleeping, her face angelic and peaceful I'd say a prayer, thank God for a day so wonderful. And as I lay down on my bed that night to sleep and rest I realizes that all these was just my imagination at best. See, for last time I hold her was exactly five years ago. But then I smiled, don't you worry, my sister, I would never let go.