You Are My Sunshine
She is the rustling of the leaves upon the trees
She is the buzzing of the bees
She is the reflection in your tear
She is the whisper of the wind that brushes against your ear
She is a sunflower growing tall from the ground
That is her name upon the grave mound
She is a butterfly, swaying around the flowers
She is the one who brings the April showers
For she is always near, she is what you hear.
My sisters memory is very dear.
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Pulmonary arterial hypertension
For my sister Kaysha Dendinger
Sept 15, 1992 - July 21, 2018
Copyright © Ory Rose | Year Posted 2018
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