by Barbara A. Black

Created on: December 12, 2010

I remember the room we shared,

Built when "Daddy turned the house around."

And the nightly orders you gave

To keep me back-to-back on our bed.

Those days have long been gone,

But the memory lingers still

In my mind and in my heart.

I remember the day you brought home

The man you chose to marry.

And that you told me later

That he had said, after leaving,

That he'd wait for me. He didn't.

The children you bore and I helped take care of,

The hours we spent beside the bedside of your youngest.

The time we went all the way from Texas to Missouri

To visit you and the entire family where you lived.

And your moving back to Texas, but in the Houston area.

Then, finally, coming back home to our roots-

By that time I was gone, married, with children of my own.

The two days we all spent going through the old house

And trying to make sure everyone got what they wanted.

My youngest came with me, fearing a fight, but was happily surprised

When we argued not on who would get what,

But on why one would not take something offered!

Now you are gone ahead to heaven

And the old quartet is whole again,

Waiting for me to join in the singing

And get a huge hug from all of you,

But especially one from my Sister

The one I shared my life with for so long.

I miss you, I love you, I'll be coming to you someday.

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