One of three left in the black of night,
As the white coats tried to play God.
Stripping her heart of its peaceful rest,
Claiming lawful words didn’t matter.
Third sister stood alone in the fight,
In the blackness of that night.
Second of three lay in a cloud of haze,
Family tightly wound around her.
Tears told stories of memories past,
As time fled by in dwindling light.
Third sister stood alone in the quiet of night,
Wrapped in the beauty of the passing.
Last sister stands alone in her grief,
With a heart full of rage and contempt.
Asking why with tears in her eyes,
Her soul ripped with the weight of regret.
To a place of soundless screams she went,
Beneath her silent family tree.
Last sister grieved for the first and second,
With their memory clenched to her breast.
Awoke from a dream with a twitch of a smile,
Two lost sisters with hands on her chest.
In the blink of a cry pulled them into her heart,
Now Three sisters walk in her soul as one.
Wickie, Wandy, and Webbie
(Vicky & Sandy passed away 5 months apart – Debs is the memory keeper)
Three Sisters Are We