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The Old Guy … Sister …

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Sister

 

I regret that I never met my sister,

Of so many forgotten years ago.

Her life a brief moment;

A wisp of wind that never got started,

With no footsteps left for me to follow.

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What would she have said to me,

The brother she never knew?

Was there wisdom we could have shared,

Or special secrets just for us?

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I regret that I never met my sister,

The simple touch of her hand.

What of her smile, I can only imagine;

Would her laughter light up the room?

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So many years have passed,

Oh, what could have been.

Sweet sister of the past I never knew,

Pray tell know in your restful sleep,

Of a brother’s thoughts and love.

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Jem © 2016

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Author: geezer94

I was told by my grandfather that if you are destined to hang you'll never drown. I have never been afraid of water . . .

13 thoughts on “The Old Guy … Sister …

  1. John, your poems are always lovely and poignant.

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  2. I have a feeling you Will meet her; your paths will cross.

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  3. Great photo and lovely poem, hope you do cross paths someday – but not TOO soon from now!! You have a lot of life and adventures to go!

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  4. Wow! Powerful Having lost 6 pregnancies, boy this hit me right in the heart!

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  5. I have two younger angel brothers. It could be that they have been looking after me all these years. We will know some day.

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