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Friday, 17 December 2010

For My sister, Emigrating...

The things that you left,
May be small and not mean much to you,
But to me, they aren’t just things;
They are memories of you.

That teddy bear or photograph,
Of You when you were 3.
Because you are my sister, I love you.
I don’t want you to change,
While youre having fun, my thoughts are of you.

Your uniform, from onslow
Right back in 2010,
The sketches that we drew of you,
The good ones and the bad.
That’s all that’s left of you.

My memories will always last
They may begin to fade,
But when I see the smile of you,
My heart melts,
Sister..Dont let America Change you.

The accents there are funny,
And you may pick it up,
But don’t think about me. Only you.
That’s all I really want.
My sister. The one who leapt the pond. Thats you.

The way your eyes are tearing now,
As you may wave goodbye,
Please don’t cry! Its not the best side of you!
Smile. Be happy.
We want what’s best for you.

That one last Christmas we got to spend
With you and all your cheer,
The mistletoe that changed you,
Set your heart aflame,
I want things to stay the same. I don’t wanna change you.

New year, new year.
Oh what a happy time!
You wont get drunk. You refuse. That’s not like you!
You laugh and scream for fun
Its just what you like to do. That’s all a part of you.

 
But when January comes the tears appear
As you start to board your flight.
You wanted this. This is all you.
Go...Have fun. And say hi to famous faces!
My sister. The person who is you.

I watch the plane take off, tilted like a ramp
Your face pale through the glass,
Don’t be scared. That would be wrong of you.
Your decision was wise. You flew the nest.
But now….I miss you.

I chase the plane,
“Don’t leave just yet,
I promise I won’t forget you!”
My tear streaked face was no match,
For the sad aura that lurks around you.

I want you back.
My sister.
Nobody understands me like you.
You were perfect to me.
Kind, Caring, Understanding… You.

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