I once had a sister; Carol was her name,

She never sought fortune, she never sought fame.

Her family, her daughter were most important to her,

They brought in more doctors, just to confer.

2 to 5 years was what we were told,

But her grip on life was but a tenuous hold.

20 was her age on that fateful night,

That night she put up the bravest fight.

We knew it was best to let her slip away,

But why oh why god couldn’t you let her stay?

She died that night while holding my hand,

I was only sixteen, how could I understand?

Understand the emptiness that would be in my life,

She was no longer my sister, a daughter or a wife.

She may have left this existence, but never my heart,

A heart that god, for whatever purpose, has torn apart.

God, could you bring her back and take me now?

I didn’t say good-bye........but then I didn’t know how.

-Margi C.

Copyrighted1998

(This poem was written at the age of 16)