Sister
Dad always said “you only have one sister”
That he was right.
Life on earth without you isn’t life.
Never did I ever think you’d be gone,
Gone by your own hand.
I thank God everyday,
Mom got the call,
That you weren’t higher,
That you now have help.
I blame myself for not being there;
I know it was hard when I left.
I know mom and dad blame themselves.
Everyone is here for you;
I am only a phone call away.
Less than three hours I will be there;
I know sometimes three hours seems too far.
But for me,
Life without you on this earth, isn’t life.
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