Best Sisterfather Poems
Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died
March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville.
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses,
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on.
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status.
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.”
The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.
The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.
In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am
today………
Jesus Christ was here ,
in another womb, holy and viable,
He trusted His mother without fear
Unlike his unloved, unborn disciples.
Oh you, little ones, who are one of these,
The essence of innocence,
Tetrarchs of the womb, teachers of trust,
Not by mere syllables do you teach the Word,
You who came forth as a gift from the loving Triune;
But by your very example you are heard.
Those who have hearts let them hear!
Let them see your little way.
Parents betray you because of fear,
Because of what the heartless may say.
You and I, dear child, are the children that God promised.
Betrothed of lady Poverty,
Train us all to be poor in spirit.
Obedient one, who by your very presence,
Honor thy father and thy mother;
Our conscience,...we cannot hear it.
Keeper of the commandments,
Pure, sinless, save the original one,
The vestige, due to Adam's lack,
Forgiven in baptism, for Christ has won.
God's own prophet of Hope, my friend,
Whose blood will be shed,
Speak to the Light you will see at the end,
Father forgive them ,
For they know not what they do.
This will I pray to our Loving Father today,
That in His Mercy, in your last hour,
The peaceful chamber from which you teach
May become your baptismal font.
And that Elizabeth's son, John, who in her womb
Leaped for joy at the presence of Jesus in Mary's own,
May by God's pure Grace, use these holy amnion waters,
To baptize you ...in the name of the Father,
The Son and the Holy Spirit.
And when the amniotic veil of His temple is torn in two,
Into our Father's loving hands,
May the Baby Jesus, .. commend your spirits.
I love you my friends .