Like stars that live then die their fiery death,
you, sister, ripped from me so suddenly
departed long, too long, no words, no breath
to say goodbye to loving family.
Your child lives remembering the pain,
that unexpected moment set by Fate
to snip your living thread to dust again
that chance demanded on this summer's date.
We watch in agony you, lifeless, still,
your body, cold, though memories still warm,
a soul dispatched too long before its will
to leave unknown by those who did you harm.
So long as life and hope in me reside,
not one shall e'er forget this day you died.
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