To whom I call
little sister,
venturing the yard
with noses red
and ***** feet.
I watch you grow
Up and up.  
High school comes
Our childhood goes
As we alight
a yellow wheeled-box
I watch a distance grow.
With each step you take,
Our memories flash by
A familiar smile
Confuses my mind.
To whom does this belong?
Not who stands before me,
Though I wish it had.
I miss our songs,
our laughs and our cries.
I miss our bond,
which was broken by man.
Oh how it hurts,
to mourn
the living.