As this day turns once more, four turning circles of the earth
have slipped by since you left our lives.
Illness dimmed your gentle glow, and our home fell into a hush that time has yet to mend.
You were my cherished sister,
the third star in my life's sky kind in spirit, beautiful in heart.
In the cozy realm of the kitchen, you stood like a nurturing mother, preparing meals infused with love.
Your dishes were always a delight, but even sweeter was the affection that flowed from your hands.
You never burdened me,
your older brother; your respect was quiet, your kindness as deep as still waters.
Now, memories wander through the spaces
where your laughter once echoed.
The kitchen holds your spirit,
and so does my heart.
O sister, though the years have rolled on and the world has continued its pace, your gentle love lingers a soft, eternal flame in the sanctuary of remembrance.
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