
My sister was 50 years old when she suddenly died, and it was a heartbreak I'd never felt. Grief can overwhelm anyone, regardless of your age. I am so sorry for the sudden loss of your little sister. I chose despondency, so I had to find some deep and sad poems based on my experiences. I'm doing an English project, and we have to look up published poems about a theme we chose.

Today is April 10, 2019, and on the 27th it marks her 1 year death anniversary. It pained me to hide the fact that I had to lie to my other sister, Christian who is 10, that our sister was doing well and recovering. It's been tough dealing with helping my mother take care of my sisters in the hospital. It pains me that she didn't start third grade this year. It pains me every day not to wake her up in the morning to get ready and go to school. She was a beautiful, goofy, and bright little 7 year old. Two of my sisters were in critical condition, and the other one passed away. It was me, my father, and my three little sisters. I got into a car accident on April 27, 2018. My little sister passed away 1 year and a half ago. Hi, my name is Carlisha Williams and I'm 16 years old. Oh, how I wish she were here…I feel so lost without her. I feel such a pain in my heart, such a sadness in my soul. I miss us seeing each other, doing stuff together, or just cooking and watching TV, listening to music, dancing. I feel confused and still can’t wrap my mind around her. We were best friends and had an unbreakable bond. She was always smiling, giving, kind, and loving. She lit up a room every time she walked in. She had a ruptured aneurysm and never came out of it. The next thing I knew, she was in emergency brain surgery. They said she would be okay and they would treat with antibiotics but need more workup. She went to the hospital and the doctor thought it was an infection and saw something in her brain. My heart's only solace is one day I will see you as before,īeckoning me to come join you on that white distant shore. I promise not to forget the loving memories you gave,īut still I miss you so very much, my sister dear,Īnd your caring words I once again long to hear Instead, you'd want warm memories and love to remain.Īlthough I cry and stand grief-stricken by your grave, It tells nothing of the wonderful person you wereĪnd only serves to remind me of the painful loss I endure īut I know your kind soul wants no tears or pain. That says little of the loving light you have shone. Now I look down at your name on a cold, hard stone Return to me from that peaceful place where you lie! How can I then be so heartbroken and selfishly cry?
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I should be happy you're free of pain and sorrow,Īnd rejoice that you'll always have tomorrow. Where our beloved ones rest in God's warm embrace? Is it enough when they say death has given you relief?Ĭan we believe what others say of a better place, Sometimes memories bring comfort and make me smile,īut there are times when grief takes over for a while.įriends offer gentle words and prayers to consoleĪnd tell me what has happened to your loving soul.Ĭan it be true what they say of time healing grief?

Life was not as long as we'd like to think. Memories flood my mind as I touch the mementosīut now these bring tears and make me sad I look at your smiling face in all my photos. On whose loving support I could always depend.

You were my trusted confidante and best friend, I realized you taught me what love truly means. Looking back on my life's assorted scenes, I miss all the little ways you showed you cared,įor there were so many good moments we shared Where are the bonds that were there from the start? Where is the forgiving and understanding heart? Where is the generous soul for which I was glad? Where is the loving care when I was sick or sad? Where is the laughter and talk of childhood reflection?

Where are the soft brown eyes of affection? Who beckoned you to come to that distant shore.Īnd I look for you in every familiar spot. One morning I found you in eternal sleep Īway from the voices of those who went before,
