Missing my sister

  Echoes splash against hollow
rooms.

  Dancing, twirling. Joy of
sisters laughing in a new home.

  Memories create rainbows. Everchanging
colors sparkle.
  Speckled greens and stormy blues.
So light yet strong, sturdy.

  Longing to see you again.
A ticklefest. A joke, dry and sarcastic
but you. Oh how I miss.

  My eyes blink back ripples
of droplets. I know you sleep. I know
someday I might see again. Make
the right choices, sister.

  Small whisps of wind are words
of Jehovah knowing how much I hurt.

  Will anyone know? Strong, cold I
stand. My foundation is firm, solid.

  Reminders not to break it. Jehovah
sends the right people, right scriptures
to push, keep me from finding fault
if I allow tears to fall.

  Thank you, Jehovah for reminding
me I am dust, not perfect.