Sister Death Poem

My sister died from a sickness thought to be lupus but never confirmed. She died in the ICU and couldn't speak as a result of tubes in her throat but as mentioned in the poem, her eyes told me a lot. She was 28.

Although death is one of the hardest things we will ever have to deal with, I do trust that I will see her again. This too I mentioned according to my Bible beliefs based on Acts 24:15 and Revelation 21:4.

Hence, my poem touches on sadness, but I would rather it be focused on hope.

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I read this poem at my sisters' service. She had Alzheimer’s and did not survive very long after we got the news. I did not want her to suffer. She died peacefully without pain. After the...

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Sleep, My Sister

Published: August 2011

I wish you sweet sleep, my sister dear.
Although there's so much that you've left bare,
I hate that you had to endure such pain.
On my mind, your saddened eyes have left a stain.

I want to know what crossed your mind.
Unspoken words you've left behind.
Undone things we'll never do.
No sharing thoughts you never knew.

A peace has fallen upon your head,
A taste of sorrow we have been fed.
It really is like a hole in our lives,
One swiftly dug but carved out by knives.

But I have hope that those sleeping will rise.
The Bible says that God will open their eyes.
No suffering, sickness, yes not even pain.
Those who did good, eternal life they'll gain.

So...sleep on, my sister; sleep tight,
For now with you the sky is night.
But after night will come daybreak.
Therefore, I will wait hoping to see you awake.

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