So many years have passed by
since my sister slipped away.
It was in sleep God took her,
up in Heaven, she would stay.
Many years we stayed apart,
for something that was petty.
One day she asked me to come;
by that time I was ready.
There was no animosity,
bitter feelings thrown away.
An afternoon of helping her
sort all her clothes that day.
Winter clothes were put away,
with summer clothes, replaced.
We talked and laughed all afternoon,
Such a happy state of grace.
When it came time to say goodbye,
we all hugged Carol tight.
In just two days we would return,
planning on next Monday night.
On Monday morning came a call,
that my sister slipped away.
It was in sleep God took her,
up in Heaven, she would stay.
The sadness never leaves you,
though it dulls as years go past.
Then, just one small reminder,
all the sadness comes back fast.
Now memories are all I have,
of her voice, the things she'd say.
Some pictures in an album,
and our love on that last day.
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