It has been several years since
you were taken away,
The shirt you painted still hangs
from your very last day,
By the Christmas tree I sit so late,
remembering your smiles from my cookies
you so often ate.
Daily, I wish you were here
to hear your voice as you sing
and spread your loving Christmas cheer.
I still cannot help but wish it was me taken, instead, of you.
I cannot understand Gods gift of life; for,
without you it has been a deep shade of blue
I feel your spirit inside my dreams,
Since you were taken to Heaven,
I see you smiling and singing with our father it seems.
Sarah we love and miss you very much baby sister.
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