MY SISTER - A POEM

When you think about my sister

I have one small request

Don't think of her as weak and troubled

But remember her at her best.

Remember the girl with a heart so big

That worked in the nursing home

And spent hours there on her day off

So they wouldn't feel alone.

Remember that contagious laugh

We'd laugh so hard, we'd cry

But, by the time the laughter ended

We couldn't remember why.

There were times it got her in trouble

Like the family vacation one year

We threatened to leave her at Dairy Queen

But they said 'You can't leave her here!"

Don't forget about her talents

She loved to paint and write

The roses she fondly painted

Are filled with color and light.

Remember her flair for fasion

Not a hair was out of place

From shoes to matching nail polish

A picture of style and grace.

Remember who she was inside

The person she longed to be

Sometimes hidden by years of pain

But in her eyes you could see;

Her deep desire and struggle to live

And be stronger than her trials

So many times I saw her fighting

Through her tears, to smile.

Most of all, remember the love

She had so much to give

But wounded hearts sometimes hold back

Making it hard to forgive.

She cherished her kids and grandkids

With a love so big it hurt

No matter what else they question

I pray they know it's worth.

Rosa, I don't want to live without you

But it's so comforting to know

Charlie's holding his angel again

And Jesus is holding you both.

~ Marci Jo Ferguson ~

August 6, 2011

(In memory of my sister,

Rosa Leah Ferguson Miller,

March 13, 1957 - August 3, 2011)