Saturday, August 7, 2021
Dark and moody photo of landscape.
Photo by Anna Zalevskaya

 

Every day I miss her
Hair fire red

Gone is my little sister

Temper like a twister
Because the words I never said

Every day I miss her

I wish I had a picture
For the memories in my head

Gone is my little sister

The last time I kissed her
My heart bled

Every day I miss her

I know for sure
Because the tears I shed

Gone is my little sister

I wish death missed her
The pain and cancer filled her head

Every day I miss her

Gone is my little sister