Sister Death Poem

Poem About A Little Sister Who Died

My little sister was only 5 when she died. She was so innocent and young that she didn't know anything bad. I like to think of her as asleep away from this world full of crime and suffering. She is resting peacefully in sleep, young, wild and now free.

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Young, Wild And Free

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Published: August 2012

She ran through the fields
Young, wild and free
That cheeky smile she wore made my heart rejoice with glee.
I never thought a spirit like hers would ever fall down,
But it's what we don't expect that has the greatest effect on everything around.

Her heart was pure and loving,
Her eyes as fierce as a crow,
Her voice as sweet as the humming, of the birds down in the hollow.

Everything she knew was happy,
Away in a world to far for us to know.
As she fell asleep in a bed of roses,
She left all troubles and sorrow.

Never did she grow old or see the pains of this world.
Her innocence contained until she can awaken from this Winter blow.

So hush baby girl, go to sleep.
Away from the real world,
To keep you unique.

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