My little sister.
My sweet little treasure.
Was lying close to death.
Asleep, on the sheets
Of heaven.
My hand over hers.
Her pale, fair face.
No hair over her head.
Sweet, shallow breaths,
Are all she can take.
The time is soon to bend.
A tear slipped out,
Of my sea-blue eye.
And landed on her cheek.
I went to wipe
That tear away,
And saw a golden streak.
A warm breeze soon came over me
A feather stroked my cheek.
I looked around.
Saw nothing there.
And then I heard the beep.
My little sister,
Lay still as could be.
In gold dust covered sheets.
An angel took my little sister.
But Jesus she would meet.