I grieve,
For things lost...
You lay there with accusing eyes,
Expecting me to feel guilty, sorry...
Little Sister, Happy birthday
You are finally fourteen, entering...
I stare at the miracle before me
This bundle of joy...
You made me so happy
You made me feel special...
When i was a little girl
You would hold me close...
To touch the coldness in ones hand
To see the paleness in their face...
Have you ever wondered,
What lies beneath your brain...