I said "Where is my sister?"
They said "She is with God."
I said "When is she coming back?"
They said "she's not."

I don't understand, you see,
why my sister is with God, and not here with me.

They love me, they kiss me,
they hold me real tight,
I feel safe, I feel warm,
clear into the night.

I run and I play
and my belly still laughs,
but when it quiets,
I still have to ask...

"Where is my sister?"

lgreen, Wow, this is a great poem. I really like it. It is both simple and poignant, easily read while saying a lot. jhs

Sad.

Thanks for the input--especially since you liked it. My first time---as we just got a new computer---kind of scary to actually let someone read your thoughts.

Don't worry, they can't see you.

Yeah...that's it. Keep on writing, this is not only an attempt to write, it is already written. Got nothing to criticise. It's fine!
siren