Memories of my sister
Other times and other people, gone now but once real;
More than forty years since she was here; no almost fifty.
An older sister, always around, bigger than me, stronger, better at
everything;

She's an artist, she gets upset easily;
likes things untouched - her toys left alone, her room precise, her
bed spotless
She gets her hair cut and cries - it is the end of her life but she doesn¹t know it;
the last great event before she is no more

It¹s late November and walking along the empty streets, I kick the leaves,
feeling sad, alone.
Only a few more days filled with crying and upset and the struggles of being
seventeen,  then the quiet
Newspaper clippings, dead flowers, forgotten pictures all that’s left as a record of
seventeen years.