Sister Death Poem

Proud To Call You My Sister

My sister died alone on a long weekend. No one was there to send her off. She must have been very frightened and certainly all alone. This is my closure.

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My Sister, My Forever Friend

Deborah M. Figueira ©

Published: June 17, 2020

Like twins, I feel I'm one of two.
Struggling here sister without you.
Why, oh why did you have to go?
My heart is sore and it pains me so.

Others didn't really understand.
Ours was truly an intricate bond.
We've had harsh words and stupid fights,
But there was no denying we were pretty tight.

You stood me high upon a pedestal,
And I felt your love till the very end.
You were proud to call me sister
And prouder still to call me friend.

Through all the years, the smiles and tears, 
For all those times you showed you cared.
For being at my side when I needed you there,
You've been my sister for many years.

Thanks for your loyalty, love, and generosity.
I'm the one who fell short, and that's a pity.
For the special things only you can do,
For all those things, I thank you!

Time and space may not be our friend,
But the yearning in my heart will never end.
I'm proud to call you my sister,
Happier still to call you my friend.

Our times together are not over yet.
Your face, your voice I'll never forget.
I'll seek you out wherever I go
Because I know, Sister, you love me so.

Stay in the light until we meet again.
We'll do it better next time without the pain.

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