I
just had her memory
Of
my sister gone for decades
A
young girl of 2 years old
She
left the family quickly
She
was sick
My
mother had no money to pay
Life
was hard back in the old days
She
was gone I cried in my sleep
There
was a small going ceremony
The
praying and the final resting place
By
now I can't find her spot
It
should be covered by grass or mud
My
mother used to say
“Your
sister came back to the house
She
had grown and she was happy
In
the other side of the world”
Now
she has company
Our
parents, my brother, uncles and aunties
Our
grandparents, relatives and friends
The
other side of the world we don't see
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