My sister has been gone a short while.
It seems like many a year.
Recalled our sweet memories.
Her voice I can still hear.
When the going gets tough
and I am at my wits end;
seeing a picture of my sister
helps my hurt to mend.
Memories are available
so I do not feel alone.
I feel love from God and her
as leaves get gently blown.
Memories are gifts from God
that death cannot destroy.
Waiting for our reunion
gives me much comfort and joy.
Inspirated by a note from Brian L. Davis about memories.
