Sister, Friend
Another exploration of grief, after the death of a close friend.
Sister,
Not by blood, but of my soul.
We two together made a whole.
Friend,
And more than that, Dear Heart
We were together, even when apart.
Sister--
In Christ, in bond, in song.
By prayer, we made each other strong.
Friend,
Who could always make me smile.
Who always stopped and listened a while.
Sister,
I already miss our deep, deep talks,
Expressed with silly pics and emoticons.
Friend,
When I see Minions or penguins, I cry,
You were too young to say good-bye.
Sister,
In Heaven, with no more pain or grief,
You left me here, shaking like a leaf.
Friend,
Who always boldly marched ahead,
You've gone where I can not yet tread.
Sister,
My chest aches and I can't breathe.
Why did God say you had to leave?
Friend,
I really don't know what to do,
You took a piece of my heart with you.
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Haddessah Anne Brice
An aspiringiring author, handicraft maker, and plus size model. Just trying to keep the bills paid and the cat fed, for now.
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