My sister Joan lay dying,
head injuries severe;
if she lived ,she'd not be as I knew,
the sister I held dear.
She had taught me about Jesus,
been my role model and my friend
and now I prayed He'd take her home,
eternity with Him to spend.
Dear Keith sat there, disconsolate,
their two children could not understand.
The machines beeped out their monotone,
this was nothing as they'd planned.
There was no response from Joannie,
no improvement and no change.
Would they turn the machines off tomorrow?
Oh, my world felt very strange.
Keith had the final say-so
as husband and next-of-kin;
when he finally agreed
I knew that God and Joan would win.
Life's been different without her...
in Katy's face I see her smile,
assured I am, in faith,
that I will see her in a while.
* Note from the writer...
These events took place many years ago .
They will ever be fresh in my heart.
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