My little sister Lottie,
I'm going through her things.
Packed in boxes in the attic,
But still the memory stings.
She was so small and innocent,
for her I light this flame
I find her favorite book,
For her death I was to blame
I remember holding her small hand tight,
Cradling it with care
But when it was too late for her,
It was just too much to bear.
I cried and I wept in the hospital,
so very very sad,
I didn't smile for ages then,
I thought I was going mad.
So on her birthday I light this candle
And read her favorite book
I get the match to strike a light,
My hand, oh, how it shook.
I light this candle for my Lottie,
For her little ghost
At the end I blow out her candle,
A goodbye to who I love the most.
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