She was born with life
Catered for with love
Happy to live
Made every one laugh
She was a brilliant child.
Beautifully and wonderfully made
I loved her much
This is my sister
She was sick and it was like a death sentence
Sickle cell was the punishment meted out
Innocent and beautifully, she lived on
Not knowing it could end any minute
It came on the fateful day, having her usual crisis
She bled uncontrollably and all I could do was watch
Not being able to do anything was painful
She was taken to the hospital and Alas!
She was gone
She was all that I had, all that I loved
I believe she is in a better place now
Not having to pay for what she knows nothing about
I miss her though I hope she sees me too!
I would give anything to see her
The one I loved, I lost! ! !
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