Claire
My sister was my lifelong friend,
until her life came to an end.
I wish we could have brought her home.
But we had to leave her all alone.
In the hospital bed, I watched her lay,
So peaceful, she would always stay.
I keep her memories as close as I can,
Her first few steps, holding my hand.
She always loved to climb her tree.
"I'll make it to the top" She once told me.
That day she made it to the top,
We never knew her heart would stop.
My mother held her in her arms.
She took her last breath; we weren't alarmed.
We knew where she went, where we'll all be someday.
In a beautiful land, far, far away.
She waits for her family there, we know.
But for now, everyone mourns her so:
That beautiful girl, my sweet little sister,
Is gone for now, and oh, how I miss her.
