Beneath the sun, skin tanned and warm,
A sterile chill cuts through the norm.
Dad’s voice, a weight of words unsaid,
Mom, fragile form on white sheets spread.
Her green eyes, once alight with spark,
Now hold a universe in the dark.
My forced smile, a dam I fight,
Fear rising like the ocean’s might.
Her hand, so thin, it fits in mine,
A paper bridge, our words entwine.
Each scratch of pen, a tear we share,
Whispered memories, etched with care.
Time blurs, hushed tones and gentle touch,
But outside, the world seems much
Oblivious to our silent plea,
A forced goodbye, just you and me.
My sister, blind to coming night,
Clings to hope, a flickering light.
An invisible rope pulls me tight,
A desperate prayer, to stay and fight.
Days melt, the phone rings hollow now,
Then news arrives, with final vow.
Tears fall free, unchained and raw,
Grief’s tide crashes, wave on wave.
The notebook holds her love’s decree,
Each line a whisper, setting me
Free from pain, yet bound by grace,
Her spirit shining in this space.
Summer’s warmth, a lingering sigh,
The day our world was shifted by.
In shadows deep, her love won’t fade,
Whispered by wind, in sunlight’s shade.
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