Missing You

I really miss my sister

I know she was faulty.

She drank cold medicine

chased down with a can of beer.

I know she smoked pot

shot horse and crack.

Then did time for being a mule.

You might ask me why

I still love her.

Because the faulty

parts got even worse.

The shoplifting charges

why did she always get caught?

Then the solicitation,

just to get enough to score.

But before all these things

she was an angel to me.

She looked after me when

mom was out partying

I remember her reading and singing.

She took me to my first movie.

She would make me breakfast

tell me of all her plans

to see the world live life.

She made me laugh

When I was blue.

And I ache to see her again.