She was my baby, fragile and small.
She was beautiful, like a little girl's doll.
She was older than me but so quiet and weak,
And when I heard to dire news, I wept
'Cause she was my baby.
I stuck on her like glue; you couldn't pull me away.
She was my sister, and I needed her to stay.
She was the only one I trusted; I loved her most of all.
We kept each other's secrets, and I wouldn't let her fall.
She slept for so long on that hospital bed.
My dad put his hand on her cold forehead.
The steady, loud sound echoed through the room.
The line on the monitor settled my mood
She was gone, and I was too.
So much happened in the years that passed.
The crying slowed, and the healing came at last,
But the thoughts won't leave.
They will never subside.
What could I have done on that
Sad, fateful night?
Feeling Blame For Death Of Sister Poem
That was a very sad poem. Yes, losing a sibling can be difficult. I just lost my sister last month, the first out of five to leave. It can be rough, but we know God is with us to help us...
My Baby
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017 with permission of the Author.
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