Always Remember

As she blossomed into a rose
We got to see her best and worst side,
We loved her to death
But then she died.

She was loved by many
And hated by some,
She may have been different
But God wanted her to come.

A beautiful voice
That reflected her smile,
We will always remember
That she was worth while.

As I sit here and write this
Tears stream down my face,
I miss my sister and
That feeling can not be replaced.