Not enough weight loss or money
My hair too thin, my cheeks too fat
I wished I had less of a tummy.
I looked at my calendar and grimaced
Recalling how I sat by the sea and cried
When two years ago I answered the phone
"I'm sorry to inform you your sister has died."
She used to complain of her weight too
And her hair just never looked "right"
She dreaded company most of the time
Wished aloud she could just take flight.
But I never had my home burn down
And I never lost a baby
I never had an abusive husband
Who treated me less than a lady.
And I never had a daughter who passed away
Nor a boyfriend who died much too soon
And I didn't suffer effects of polio
Living as if I was in a cocoon.
My sister lived three score and ten
God gave her two more long years
My heart used to break wide open for her
As she confided in me thru her tears.
Her courage, tenacity and humour
Kept me loved and feeling needed
Since her death I have learned
My whining is silly; it goes unheeded.
We walk thru life, one step at a time
Put one foot in front of the other
Jean did just that, all of her life
She's a Hero to her sisters and brothers.
We miss & love you, Hed
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