Little Sister

by Paul London   Mar 19, 2009


A baby girl, born so beautiful and sweet
Everyone loved her, she was happy and carefree
A young woman she became, much too early in life
Having knowledge of things at much too young an age

Still she was perky and outgoing as well
Living her days one moment at a time
Always wanting the attention, everything centered on her
Making us all laugh and cry and then making us worry

Darkness and pain were introduced to her early in life
The demons took hold and would not let loose
Refusing to battle, she let the demons settle in
Oh how I prayed she would not lot them win

A childhood unsettled and filled with pain
Gave room for excuses, for her to lay blame
This mountain of grief she let pile up high
Refusing to let it go, she could not walk by

Darkness awaited her, through alcohol, pills and drugs
In this cold vast place she lingered forever
Not thinking of her own daughters, or her family
She sank slowly into despair, leaving the cycle unbroken

She was my sister whom I loved very much
The Aunt to my children, Mother to my nieces
She was a daughter, a cousin, a niece herself
She was all these things, but it was never enough

She died on a Sunday morning, me holding her hand
I told her we loved her and what she meant to us
Hoping against hope that she would awaken
Knowing she had given her life, it had not been taken

I will miss you Dana, my sister, my friend
I am so sorry I couldnt do battle for you

You were 38 years old, much too young to die
I pray for your journey to that place in the sky.

Your Brother,
Paul

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  • 15 years ago

    by GretaInsideOut

    A very touching poem in remembrance of your sister. I hope she is at peace.
    May your writing continue to help you fill empty holes our loved ones leave behind.
    Greta.

  • 15 years ago

    by Daisy if you do

    Oh my dear, what a heartbreaking write. I am sure that this is written from a true life experience and it is all too sad. I am very disheartened to have come across your poem and feel the sadness with you as you heart breaks and aches for you sister. Although we can't fight the battles for our loved ones we can pray that things will be different as a result. Hold them in your hear always and never let them go. Your sister will always be a part of your life and through her children you can find strength in seeing a part of their mother. The one you grew to love and cherish. My condolences. Wishing you all the best.
    Take Care,
    Kay

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