Where Is She
Where is She
I watched her draw her final breath
Her eyes looked for me
She smiled and slipped into death
Her soul was finally free
I hated being so helpless and torn
But she knew what to do
I just stood there and cried and mourned
While her vision of life genuinely grew
So she is gone and I’m alone
Where is she today?
She lived with me, this was her home
Her things are here to stay
Her grey shoes I always loathed
Are now out for me to see
With love and pain I keep her clothes
Because I can’t set her free
I can’t let go of someone I loved
My sister was torn from me
It isn’t fair to be “beloved”
She was only 37, you see?
Stupid cancer and its nasty growl!
It ate her inside out
No one knew it was on the prowl
And too late when we found out
She fought with fear and anger, too
As it declared a win
There was nothing at all that I could do
But be there in the end
Copyright © Jeanette Ozee | Year Posted 2006
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