Brenda

by

Kenneth R. Bays

I never knew you, I was too young,
You little life ended, mine had just begun.
I think of you often, in my thoughts at night,
You died so young, it wasn’t right.
Your family they miss you, this is very clear.
Your mother she wishes, still to hold you near.
There are times at night I know she cries,
Her memory of you will never die.
When you left this earth, and you laughed no more,
My mother’s heart, from her chest it tore.
What a glorious day in heaven we’ll share,
When we’re all together, in God’s gracious care.

In dedication to my sister.

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