Sister Please Forgive Me
We were both so young full of spirit and fun
She's the Indian I'm the Cowgirl as we move along the ground just fooling around
Running through the house attacking each other with laughter and joy trying to be coy
We see the rifle with no knowledge of great threat
Just giving us a peak with nothing to regret
My sister grabs it first and play shoots me but I'm quick and hold a might sway
I'm a strong cowgirl aiming to attack
I snatch the rifle from the Indian as she starts to retract
I AIM-- I SHOOT--
BANG!
My breathing has stopped but I'm not aware
My ears are ringing
Do I run and hide do I start screaming?
For death I do not know and everything is now so slow
Is she just sleeping or can I hear her weeping?
Mama where are you? You were just ten steps below but you do not show
My sister must be sleeping a blanket will help her weeping
Gently I cover her but she doesn't seem to know
Her long brown hair now has an odd red glow
I'm only a child but my mind is going wild
My tears of fear blind me as I fall to the ground
Many days have passed me as I have grow old
but I can still remember her grave with the Angel stone.
T Reams 10th Place for my Sister Amber I Miss You
Copyright © Tammy Reams | Year Posted 2015
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