Leaning against the door frame
holding myself,
watching the coral sunset.
I’ve always worshiped the moon.
Jan rarely missed a sunset.
My tears have dried now.
This is the first year
the anniversary of her death
passed without painful recognition.
I thought the heartache
of losing her would never cease.
Now I toast the sunset
with my evening coffee
in remembrance of the little sister
who couldn’t bear to live.
Joyce, a beautiful poem and wonderful tribute to your sister. Very nice! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tender and touching homage for sister Jan. Big love to you, Joyce.