My Sister Love - Collaboration

Not a day since you left me sister- does my h e a r t not WEEP a thousand sorrows, oh, sister love my TEARS 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 . . . Neither, from the deepest S H A D O W S in my SOUL , sister- can I silence the sweet sound of your voice, how I wish to s i n g with you songs of J O Y that I so affectionately remember as I whisper at your grave. Sister dear, I smile FORLORN and l o n e l y with faded m e m o r i e s of you and I return to haunting vivid thoughts. W E were but children when you went away . . . As I brush the vines from the stone I wonder, sister- would Y O U do the same if it were ME lying there, so C L O S E we were when we were young. The moss on your tomb is soft in the morning mist; it reminds me of your s k i n when last I TOUCHED you, s m o o t h and c o o l as your head lay tenderly on that small pillow. oh, beautiful d r e a m e r do you dream of me in heaven above . . . 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 HAND 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 . . . _____________________ July 5, 2017 Poetry/Verse/My Sister Love Copyright Protected, ID 07-9181-22-05 All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France In Collaboration with James Inman Written for the Standard Collaboration Contest sponsor, Jan Allison07, Judged/2017 Second Place