What was it about her that made her smile?
What was the reason she couldn’t resist her?
Was it how old she was…how tall…how wise?
Or just the fact she was her big sister?
What made her follow her around
trying to learn from every move she made?
What made her fly to her when she was happy?
and run to her when afraid?
They were years apart, didn’t share their clothes
never shared their toys…
but she listened when she needed her…
she shared in her sorrow and joys.
She looked up to her when she was little
but she found as time went by,
she didn’t need to look up any more…
for they were seeing eye to eye…
And somewhere along the way
she’s not sure when but she contends…
they became much more than sisters
when they became each other’s friend.
And when she died…too early…
although her heart was eternally broken
she came to understand they had
a connection that couldn’t be broken…
Because she still feels the love they shared
in quiet moments her heart will stir…
As she remembers the influence…the impact
her big sister had on her.
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