Your Suffering Is Done

This morning as I sit here looking up to the sky I keep on asking myself why;
How you suffered for oh so long;
until that morning when you went home were you belong.
I have cried and pleaded for this day to come;
so that it would get over and be done.

The memories of you and I will always be locked in the corridors of my mind and they will be visited from time to time
You fought every day and every night even while you laid there unable to really see any light.
I held your hand and brushed you hair while whispering to you I would always be there.

Then on that morning when I got the call;
all I wanted to do was slam my fist into the wall.
I screamed, I cried in every which way that you Neola, my sister would never go away.
For eighteen years I watched you lay; not saying a word because there just was no way;

The disease took everything you had;
How I pleaded to trade with you oh so bad.
If I could have traded with you I want you to know;
that I would of in a heart beat to have made your body be whole.
I want you to know sweet sister of mine that I did everything that I could to hold onto you tight;
but now I realized that was not right.
Your child that was a still born so many years ago;
needed you more so that she would not be alone.

I feel in my heart you spoke to me last week;
asking our sister to do something sweet;
She sent Mom a card and she got it on Friday;
then she was on the phone thanking her when you passed away.

You left this world with dignity and grace;
forever in my heart you will have a huge place;
I miss you big sister; Your suffering is done~
Go play, go walk and most important go run~~~