Roger A. Rose
Sis - Poem by Roger A. Rose
As the brush flowed the oils
across the staring blank canvas
I thought of you my beautiful sister.
A peace came across my soul
as your face began to appear,
just as you were, never to be old.
Your sparkling eyes started to
shine and your pretty smile
spread your kindness once again.
Four decades of love lost to us
when you were taken. I will never
forget how much you were loved
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