So much grief
And seasons of missing you
I ache for the loss of you every day
The desire to set the world right again
Is clouded by the fact that…
I cannot dig deep enough
Into the depths of my being
To find the nobleness
I imagined myself to possess
And the ability to leave
This righteous anger behind
Even knowing better
In this, I do not know how
To do or be better
So though we may both arrive
At the end of our days
With this cancer between us—
I have and always will love you
And be glad that on October 24, 1962
You, my sister, were born
I just had to follow through~ The gift sounds so precious as is the love for your sister here. Sometimes, I feel there are no right or wrong answers...but two minds can continue to conform and respect, regardless of the nobleness withing righteousness, it's called, I think...unconditional love, to which this "Seasons of Missing You" clearly shows! My hat is off to you and I am so glad I asked about your gift! Your sister still is a very big part of your soul and I pray that these two souls meet in the middle, to continue memories and overcome the "cancer" with positive attitudes and the will to be and live together!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I feel for you, Karen. At the same time, I can't help but take pleasure in the art with which you express your grief and anger and confusion. The simplicity adds greatly to the impact, and this is not an easy thing to accomplish. I hope and pray that you and your sister will reconcile one day. May happiness be yours, Love and Hugs, 'Pea'
I was born October 23rd -- inquire within and I will tell you the year. LOL. Thank you for your recent comments on my poetry.
My sister, Peggy, born Nov 16, 1960, died in a fire in May 1984.
Every single day I miss her. It never goes away. -- Jeff
Ah, sisters. My mother and her sister had a lot of bad feeling towards each other. Your worst enemies can be in the family circle,
and your best friends, too! Honest poem!
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Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Vesna:)
My sister, Peggy, born Nov 16, 1960, died in a fire in May 1984.
Every single day I miss her. It never goes away. -- Jeff
Regis
and your best friends, too! Honest poem!