Its funny how I picture you, the same as way back when.
Your still as young and vibrant as when we still were kids.
Your eyes are filled with mischief your smirk expresses too,
the youthful pranks your remembered for I wish we were back then.
Teen years came too quickly and disheveled all your dreams,
for whatever reason your eyes saddened then life was not the same.
I always saw the good in you no matter what you did, your heart
was filled with goodness, unsure what was in your head.
The years transcended your pain more intense, I wish that I knew why.
You never opened up to me, though you knew in me you could confide.
Why did you have to leave us, was your life complete?
Who was it who came to get you while you were still asleep?
I think of you so often, and miss you even still.
I know that your at peace with God, for this was His own will.
It’s been 3 years since you’ve gone ahead, leaving me in pain.
It’s been 3 years since you’ve touched Gods face, my life never the same.
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Cheryl, I could have wrote this myself! It describes how I felt about my brother, who I lost about One and a half years ago. I still tear up when I think about him. Love, Sharon
