Tuesday, you would have turned 70,
Celebrating a life filled to the brim.
You left us when you were 23,
God called you home with Him.
Forty-seven years later, and
I still miss you so much.
You were my older sister,
But, you had a mother’s touch.
I remember you bathed me at night,
And wrapped me in your love.
You gave me your last food ,
When I hadn’t gotten enough.
I adopted your four children,
Remembering what you would do.
They are wonderful adults,
But, no one could replace you.
Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt for Sammiscribbles. A poem or prose in exactly 89 words, using the prompt: Replace.
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This has a ring of truth to it.
Beautifully done.
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It is true. My sister’s birthday is Tuesday, and I can’t get her off my mind, after 47 years. So, I wrote a poem to show our kids (hers first, mine longest) that I still remember her and it’s okay if they do, too. .
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I had a feeling.
And yes, it is more than okay for all of you to remember her. What a beautiful story, though I am sad you lost your sister.
I worked with a woman who’s sister was killed by her husband so she took in her nephews and adopted them.
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A beautiful poem and a moving tribute.
Here’s my story!.
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