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Created on: October 18, 2009 Last Updated: November 02, 2009
HEARTACHE
Just when I thought that my life was going to relax and be okay
the Lord above decided to take my baby sister away.
She wasn't ill or wanting to die
my baby sis did not commit suicide!
I'm still in shock, she was so young and I just can't believe
that I'll never hear her laugh again, how could she just leave?
Now I'm here all alone, seeing my kids cry because they miss her,
my heart aches, my eyes are a little dimmer, and yet I'm still a believer.
I know and believe that all things happen for a reason,
I just wasn't ready for this to be her season!
What went so wrong in her life, what was she going through?
I was her best friend, why didn't she tell me? I wish I knew.
Not a day will go by that I don't think of her beautiful face
or how sad I am that nothing could ever fill this empty space,
this space that is inside of me, yearning for her hugs and kisses,
Her personality was unique; it's her that my heart achingly misses.
First my grandpa, then my dad, and now her?
I'm so confused that with each death, my faith somehow gets stronger.
And yet I am still scared for tomorrow to come,
I don't want another tragedy, my desire is to curl up and suck my thumb
I want to cry for hours and rock myself to sleep,
but somewhere inside of me, I continue to find my strength.
I have to be strong for my family, my daughter and sons,
so I'll get up in the morning and pray, my face turned to the sun,
thanking Him for taking my sister to a much better place.
I know I'll get to see her again someday, these thoughts I will take
with me when I retire with tears at the end of the night,
as I blow a kiss up to her in heaven, and say goodnight.
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