A Sister Plea

Dealing with death of my sister…
You left me before I had a chance
to lend my helping hand
before I could ask why
before I even knew why

All I had in this life was you
someone to drive me to school
hang on the weekends and just be kool
everytime I was with you
I felt wanted to just love on you

You picked me up off the floor
after I got that call
the man I longed for
the one that my kid called dad
she will miss both of you, no doubt

I cried that day for the first time in years
after my father died
you when down hill
this could be the last thing I say to you
So watch over my scar young body
and Sklyer's young soul too!

By Trisha Isom
Published: 7/22/2005 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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