A little mouse
My sister Ellen named
Lived not in a house but in our uncle Norm’s old relic
A golden old truck
Hole in floor boards
Ellen drove the truck every where
It wasn’t pretty
It was loud
The seat was hard, lumpy and
The outside color was gold
Rumbling bumbling along
Sisters for all time
Now the truck and Ellens gone
Mom too
Only light I hold that warms my heart
The light of Georgia
I will always miss Ellens voice
Her smile
Playing rummy with her
Riding in the canoe
Sharing time
All that stripped from my by a half sister
Ellens boys did they take the time to know my baby sister?
I hope so
Sisters always before friends
I do not think Ellen ever knew
Sisters,family,mom matter more then
Friends .04%,Family 96%
Never write when your hearts bleeding!
Hard to spell through tears,
{Never use family as tools thinking they will not harm you.[Narcississist believe everyone not their victims will necer fight back]
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This is a beautiful memory of your 2 family members. Thanks for sharing.
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Nevr missed that mouse will forever miss my baby sister.
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