Sisters

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.