Sister Death Poem

My sister was 39 when she died from breast cancer. I was sitting with her in her back yard, enjoying one of spring's first warm days, knowing her time on earth was coming to a close and thinking, "I'm not ready for you to go."

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Published by Family Friend Poems July 2010

I had prayed to God
Give her this month,
A little more time
That's all I ask

The month was almost gone
No, Not yet.
I take it back,
What I said,
Not yet
Not yet.


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