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 don’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 ’round her.
Tears told stories of memories past,
As time flew by in dwindling light.
Third sister stood alone in the quiet of that 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 streaming tears in her eyes,
Her soul rent with loss and regret.
To a place of soundless screams she went,
Beneath her 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 tear she pulled them into her heart,
Three Sisters Walking in Her Soul as One.
Three Sisters Are We – Wickie, Wandy, and Webbie
In memory of my sisters, Vicky & Sandy
They passed away 5 months apart
I am their memory keeper.