My sister came when I was two years old
Born into a winter famed as cold
Her little face was full of fun and joy
As we played with dolls and small stuffed toys.
We lined up all our dolls in rows by size
The large ones at the back had blinking eyes
We played with an old dog on little wheels
It had no fur but still held great appeal
Dad lifted her and held her to the sky
Eily ,allanah, I’ll love you till I die
All too soon the family was sad.
Mother was not Mother without Dad
We survive to love and live our very best
If there is a heaven,we’ ll be blessed.
