
At your bedside I sat Hand in hand It was a one way conversation But I know enough To know That on an energy level You heard every word I said to you And witnessed every tear
Taken from me three times Each time was hard I tried to fill the void That was far larger than me The rent that appeared When all you loved was torn away Leaving a gaping wound Nothing could ever fill.
There was the time They called me to your bedside It was the day of Dad’s death many years later. you had gone from your body Withdrawn a little way When I came to the house You came back to us For another few years
Sister my sister You are never far from me Now you are in my heart Let that be enough for me now Let me remember love can never end That love is all that is left Even as the final chapter of our earthly story Is read People who have never known such love or loss Tell us to forget But should we? Could we?
This evening when I see your son and the three grandchildren you saw so rarely I know I will be seeing the part of you that lives on. What your being and soul gave birth to. A story that lives on. Let me not make demands But instead Let me appreciate what is left The best of a beautiful soul Cut down so young With so much to give
For my sister
This is so heart-wrenching and beautiful Deborah. ❤
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It is Rayne..it comes straight from the experience. Thank you so much for expressing that. Love Deborah 💖
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