My Sister (Poem)

I loved you the moment I knew you. You were my first best friend sharing secrets and adventures, that will never be forgotten. Your fabric and my fabric were woven from the same threads, now they are tattered and frayed. The loss of you is almost too much to bare at times, but knowing that you just couldn't go on in this life. Come to me in my dreams, for just a glimpse of your face, the whisper of your voice. I will always love and miss you my sister. Shelley Moore 01/02/2016