25 August 2012
A pot containing ashes, Placed upon a shelf, Bringing back mixed memories, Of when I wasn't by myself.
I used to have her with me, Everywhere I went, She watched over me with wary eyes, Counting money that was spent.
A sister can be so protective, This one was for sure, Every single morning, She'd knock upon my door.
My sister died so tragically, In a bad car crash, Her ashes should stay peacefully, The pot can never smash.
(this isn't actually true, I just randomly thought of it!)
The Ashes Of A Sister • Opuss № I