Breathe

I wish I had known she would only live for 10 years. Then maybe she wouldn't have been #2.


Pink bows, roses,
Little bundle of joy
Now I've got 2 sisters.
Let them play with each other
While I occupy myself being the oldest.
I want to know what it's like to have 2 sisters
I used to be able to recall her laugh.
Now it all blurs together.
It's not so wierd living in a house of 4.
I wish it was.
It's not that strange with an empty bedroom
Dust collected on SpongeBob
And every neatly colored picture.
I wish it was.
The piles of toys and cards
That remind us of death's newness
Are clearing.
It's not so new anymore.
Can I just have one more minute with her?
Can I take a commercial break from reality?
I promise I'll come back.
It won't take long, I just need to breathe.