by Donna Glendenning

Created on: May 09, 2008

My Sister

I'm mad at you.you left too soon.
We could have gone to the moon.
We could have shared much more fun.
We had too few moments under the sun.

I remember times when we were young.
I was the kid sis spoiling your fun.
I so looked up to you, my older sister.
You were a whirlwinda cyclone twister.

But our special years came when we were older.
Our friendship grew there was always a shoulder.
We talked on the phone, giggling like friends.
Never an issue needing to make amends.

This was our life, almost perfect at times.
And then you left, leaving only the chimes.
I have wonderful memories of a very special bond.
ButI wish I could wave a magic wand.

You would be back with us, full of smiles.
Until I see you again
I will just have to remember our many miles.

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