My Sister Poem by Donna McCord

It's still my Sister's lovely face, though gaunt and full of depth
Betrayed by grief I lowered my head and quietly I wept
I cry because she has this pain, and loses what she eats
I cry because this cancer is a greedy obscene desease.

But many years ago she gave her soul to God to keep
He promised love and everlasting life in her final sleep
Because I know she believes in Him and in His eternal life
I will find peace upon her passing knowing He's her guiding light.