Remember
I remember the gun shot.
I remember my parents running to Jocelyn's room.
I remember seeing the blood running from her pretty face.
And I felt the tears streaming down mine.
How much pain can a heart takes before it gives out.
I am sure I am pretty close.
If I could just have one more day with her, that's all I will ever want in life.
Just to hold her in my arms, tell her it's okay, I love her.
Jocelyn, my heaven is where ever you are.
And since you aren't here on earth, I am in a living hell.
I don't know how we can get through the days without you here.
Without your laughter, your humor, your beautiful face.
But when that time comes for me to see you, I will be elated.
I hope you are doing okay there in heaven.
I hope you are thinking of us, because we are thinking of you everyday.
Jocelyn Smyth, you were the best sister ever, I love you.
Copyright © Jeanette Smyth | Year Posted 2010
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