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My Sister

My Sister

"She died last night" I cried.
You said nothing.

Nothing was enough, for
in the next quiet moments,
I felt some of the pain
drain from my heart as I
watched it spill...silently,
down your sympathetic cheek.

It was then I learned
what having a sister
could really mean.

Jean Manning ©1990

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