Sibling Memories

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    Sibling Memories

    I never knew when this, Life began, How I'd miss you as a friend,
    When we where young playing games, never knowing how our life would change. To make it simple as I never could, we loved and hurt and cried, but but we did it all and never broke a stride.
    We knew our feelings and said what had to be said.
    We laugh, we fought, but always with passion, thats what made us real.
    As Margret and Uncle Bud would say, I'm for real. Now I'm faced with the loss of you, So I write this poem, Because I know you would want me to.
    Your smile made my world light up, your words made people happy and calm, You gave way more than you should have, and never ask for anything in return. You changed others life even when it was you that would be burned. You lived with a zest for life and and touched others hearts. That is what everyone who knew you will remember and never part.
    So you rest my friend even though you are my sister, It's the friendship how we talked, worked and figured out things that I'm going to miss about Ya. So when I cry it will be tears of joy about that little girl and this little boy. How we took trips through each others mind, finding who we are in this place and time. And never can I say you are gone away, because you are part of me and me of you so together we will always stay. As for what these words are saying, really they don't nearly say whats on my mind and in my heart, cause this is just the begining now this is just the start.

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    BlaQReign commented on Sibling Memories

    10-16-2009

    Heart wrenching piece, for the sincerity can be felt through the text...Enjoyed, BlaQ...

    lonewolf commented on Sibling Memories

    01-06-2009

    So sad. Always cherish the memories of such a specil person. This is a great poem. I will always remember it.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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