What is it like sis
To be up there
With no more pan
And no more tears
What is it like
To always be happy
Singing and dancing
Being so free
What is it like sissy
To see Jesus face to face
To finally get to feel
His loving embrace
What is it like
I want to know
Because I miss you sis
And it's still hard for me that you had to go
Sometimes I wonder
If you ever miss me
If you ever want to come back
This is not easy
Oh dear sissy
I'm trying to be strong
Trying to live my life
But it's hard when you're gone
I know that you want me to be happy
I know that you want me to celebrate this day
But sis it's so hard
I wish there was more I could say.
Happy Birthday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem...like i can relate to it so much... (maybe if you take a looks see at my poems you might find something you like..) ~debra a. salazar