ONCE THERE WERE THREE

How is it that what happened thirty years ago feel like yesterday?

I remember when I was four years old and I guess there weren't many rules...

Riding on the back of your motorcycle...

Holding on not too tight, just move with you you said as you made sure my helmet was tightened...

I remember when you gave me your drumsticks and you taught me how to play and I would hit the symbols and it made you jump...

You picked me up and placed me on your lap while you worked the pedal...

I could always make you laugh even if you were mad at me for being your annoying little sister...

As we got older and you moved away you would come and see me and sometimes we"d go out for the day...

The day would go by so fast...

Was it because we had too much fun?

If we knew then what we know now how would we have the wisdom to slow time down?

To make days last forever?

Would we skip the day you died?

Maybe, have more chances to say I love you...

Our Brother and I talk and reminisce about the times when there were three...

I have one more question if you don't mind...

Will I one day hold your hand again and have another day?

Always in my heart, Brother...

Give love to Mom and all...

Your Little Sister...

P.S. You're lucky though I must say...

This World and this Country is definitely a mess...

You know I'm not a fan of what's happening but, you always did say...

I'm one in a million...

Never worry about the mess someone else makes...

You just have to be surrounded by it sometimes...

Maybe, one day they'll learn that messy isn't bestie...

Don't worry Brother I'm not holding on too tight...

Please don't ever leave my side...

sparrowsong

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