Family   My mother died When I was eleven Leaving behind My brother and sister’s And I We had our father to raise us But he could not do it alone So being next to the oldest I had to assume A role A role of a leader To the younger ones Making sure That what they had to do Was done I learned to cook At an early age I had no choice My father needed me My older sister And I Took over the house Cooking and cleaning Doing laundry too We did it all Did what we had to do Most of us grew older And made lives of our own Then one day Dad was called home The youngest sister Was only fourteen So I took her in To live with me She looked at me, Like her mom Because it seemed, I had played that role For so long She was only two, When our mom died To little to know What she had lost in life My husband and I We took her in I was only eighteen And a new bride But she was my sister The baby you see I could not leave her She needed me So we took her in Gave her a home And we raised her Until she was grown As she grow older She made some mistakes She got pregnant At an early age A baby at fifteen And then three more She had gone so wild I could not control her anymore She got married And settled down But then she started hanging With the wrong crowd She got into drugs And lost her kids Her husband went to prison For things he had done All the while I was watching Her world come undone I went to her time and time again Telling her to please Let me in Let me in and offer her help I wanted her to know She did not have to face this All by herself I took her in Once again Brought her back to my home She seemed, To be fine She had a job She came home, Each and every night I knew where she was And who she was with Or at least I thought I did Then I found out She had hooked up With a man Who was older than her She left my house To move in with him That is when more trouble Began He was drug user I would come to find out And he took my sister To a drug house She was sitting at a table When the bullets flew Only twenty nine years old And her life Was through I could not save her Lord knows I tried But in the end A bullet and drugs Took her life I live with that daily I question myself Could I have done more Done something Else Could I have saved her If she had let me in I’ll never know those answers It’s now to late And I deal with that Each and everyday Sibling Tribute With Dream Girl By badmac © 2008 badmac (All rights reserved)

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