Never missed that mouse will forever miss my baby sister.
Came to correct miss spelled word,
Found my poem missing
How queer!
Ellen was about twenty one,
Our uncles old ford up and died
The year 1982 the Ford was new in thirty-five or near to that.
This new old truck was goldish,
The floor was several boards and one little,brown mouse.
Ellen names him Ralph.
Not the truck mind you the mouse.
Ellen loved dads brother
Daniel Ellens second son
Middle name is in memory of Uncle Norman Ervin Eric Heike.
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,
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