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A poem to the sister I found, and have never found again.
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I miss the feeling of home.
I miss the laughter of home.
I miss the love of home.
I miss her.
I miss the nights we stayed up too late.
And I miss the morning we got up too early.
I miss the jokes we’d tell each other,
Until we cried with giggles big and burly.
I miss every moment we shared in that big empty house.
Just two young teenagers, trying to figure stuff out.
I miss the SpongeBob shower curtains, and blankets, and pillows, and sheets.
I miss everything about her, and I pray she misses everything about me.
I haven’t found another sister like you
And you’re a butterfly so maybe you’ve found another sister like me
But you’re the only one that it’s ever felt like home with,
And I miss it, I miss feeling free.
I miss the hugs
And the comfort
And I miss the words of encouragement
I miss my sister.
And if I had known that I’d miss you this much
I would’ve never left your side.
I would’ve held on to your love.
I would’ve held on to our home.
I would’ve never let go, not until I died.
We would’ve carried each other,
You always made me better
Always helped me reach father
And without you I feel lost
Without you
I feel alone.
I just want to lay in your lap and listen to you say
“It’ll all be ok, because we have each other”
I want to go home.
About the Creator
Inae'e Aidoo
Finding myself daily in God's word, but from what I can tell I'm a mother of soon to be 3, with one that's already a seven year old princess, wife to an amazing supportive husband, and a vessel to help create peace, mostly within oneself.
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Comments (1)
Oh, it is sad but be strong.