Sissy.

I miss your big brown eyes,

and your beautiful curly hair.

I miss staying at your house,

and how I'd always leave covered in your dogs' hair.

I miss your smile,

I miss your stare.

Oh, how I miss your laugh,

and the way you cared.

I miss going to work with you,

I even remember my job.

You'd make me scrub the floor,

wall to wall.

I'm sure you thought I was annoying,

when I was a little kid.

I always followed you around,

I even copied what you did!

I've always thought you were the coolest,

you were a role model to me.

I wanted to be the best little sis,

I wanted you to be proud of me.

I hate that you're gone.

I just wish it was all a dream.

But knowing it's not,

just makes me want to scream.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

We should've grown old together.

Everyone says, "There's a reason for everything."

That it's all a part of God's plan.

It just makes me so sad.

It's like nobody understands.

You weren't just a lost.

You were so much more.

A part of me just died,

the night the corner walked through the door.

I wrote that when I was eleven.

So, it's probably not the best.