I will bury my sister’s ashes
Forty years past when I stole
Her from the grave returning
Dirt to the open place she
Was destined to rest
A secret her passing from
This life that plagued her
Our parents silently ordering
Me not to tell I had lost her
Grieving was invisible
I will miss walking by her
Each day and evening as she
Watched me travel this life
That wandered up and down
Always not having her
Finally I will get to cry
so much to unpack here … but mostly, I feel your history and that connection so deeply
‘I will miss walking by her …
always not having her’
Touches deep. I have tears in my eyes. I feel every line and love the ending. Thank you for a beautiful, touching poem.