In Memory of my Little Sis

In Memory of My Little Sis

I was eleven when it happened,

I am thirty seven now,

But it feels like only yesterday,

when I was made to watch you

from your bedroom door.

I watched each laboured breath ,

your chest rising slower every time,

until your nine year old body

gave in and said that it was time.

I stood there very still,

hoping you would wake,

wishing it was me

that God had wanted to take.

I couldn’t cry at the time,

I had to be strong,

everyone around me seemed

to wallow in their own song.

I stood there staring,

at your small and fragile face,

and then I could no more

and I had to leave that place.

I went into my bedroom,

laid down upon my bed,

and cried into my pillow,

because your vision I could not

get out of my head.

It has been so many years,

more siblings have been bred,

but unlike my memories of them,

I can only remember

watching you on your death bed.

How I wish I could remember,

how we used to play,

or how I bossed you around

because I wanted my own way.

I would love to remember,

the dancing concerts we shared,

or going to the ballet

or the ABBA concert fanfare.

It would be beautiful if I could remember,

your chocolate coloured skin,

that matched your deep brown eyes

and your radiant grin.

Alas that does not happen,

no matter how hard I try,

trapped in my memory is

hearing your last sigh.

In Memory of my Little Sis

eraserlynch

Maida Vale, Australia

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