Sister, Sister Love
I can still recall her sweet laughter as we played,
with our dolls on the covered porch in the shade,
I keep it in my soul.
And how we walked with Dad holding hands to the park,
and sat and talked listening to a meadowlark,
our sister love death stole.
My small girl mind wept that God took you to heaven,
and I have for years, years- for you were just seven,
and I cannot be whole.
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July 31, 2020
Poetry/Tail-Rhyme/Sister, Sister Love
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1272-752-0
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Tail Rhyme Stanza
sponsor, Emile Pinet
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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