I write this for my sister who died even before my birth. I'm not a perfect poet or anyone like that but all of sudden I remembered that I had a sister even though I got no chance to be with her.
I'm here, somewhere in beach
Wishing you were here, with me, watching the view
Telling me how hard is life and the troubles you've faced
Giving me the streangth
I always used to bargain...
It feels like you're combing my hair
When breeze sweeps by me, and my face
It seems like you're here, holding my hands
But the truth is too rude,
It breaks my heart
Looking at my back, the message is clear
You were never being with me, I know, I swear
But here I am, watching you sail
Cos I'm a light house,
And you're just a cruise
That I've never seen
Mom is grieving on your death
But she's an iron lady, I know you were the same
I love the way she tells the stories about you
And I see that she wants to let you go
But, heck- we had never let you go
Life is too short, just like the dew
Yet heals all souls, fresh and clean
It gives me chills, instead of cold
So goodbye to you; my dearest sister,
Who I never knew....