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Love Poem: Sister, Sister Love

Sister, Sister Love

I can still recall her sweet laughter as we played, with our dolls on the covered porch in the shade, I keep it in my soul. And how we walked with Dad holding hands to the park, and sat and talked listening to a meadowlark, our sister love death stole. My small girl mind wept that God took you to heaven, and I have for years, years- for you were just seven, and I cannot be whole. ___________________________ July 31, 2020 Written for the constest, Tail Rhyme Stanza sponsor, Emile Pinet