What My Sister Told Me After Going To Heaven
There are no words to describe,
the pain you feel inside,
when you are told,
your little sister died.
I got the call while at work,
my sister told me through tears,
her pain coming from a place so guttural,
she screamed it to me "Angie is dead."
Not "Angie has passed away,"
she screamed "Angie is dead!"
there was something in the words,
the delivery seemed shocking.
It also sounded as if it was somehow expected,
but it had become a shocking reality,
that had actually come true,
that Angie was dead!
I left work and hurried home,
On my way I recalled my last call from Angie,
"Vickie this is your sister Angela,
I just want to talk to you," she sounded distressed.
Three days later she was gone,
her autopsy revealed a high incidence of medication,
the results also concluded her autopsy results were undetermined.
Did the coroner hold an inquest?
Angie will never rest,
I've heard from her,
through my dreams.
In heaven she cries,
she didn't want to die,
there are reasons she called me,
and I now know those reasons why.
Her voice was hushed,
she had much to tell,
and the one responsible,
should be worried as hell.
Let's put it this way,
sometimes it takes time,
to be punished,
for a crime.
But someday,
it will all come around,
on God's dime,
the master punisher of evil crimes!
I will see her soon,
hopefully on a sunny day,
she will reach for my hand,
I will go with her and sleep beneath a full moon.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2025
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