Sister

She was alive.
She was here.
She was mine.
She was dear.
She was remembered,
She was forgotten.
She was beautiful,
She is now rotten.
She is my love, but I never showed it.
She was in love but she never told it.
She was nice...
She was well.
She did art,
That she could sell...
She was great, I could go on.
But she is now, forever gone.

Tread softly, an angel lies here.