Olivia

Olivia died last summer. Her golden locks of pearl shine faded when the fever hit. That was only last summer. The summer of rain and sorrow. The summer of joy and laughter, before her fever hit. As I walk through this forest, just a year later, I begin to reminisce on my sister. My best friend. He soft voice whispered through my mind as the rain started to pause. The wind started to hurdle through out the tall trees.

 Sometimes I feel her stroke my dark curls out of my face when I cry during the night. I'd like to think she is there, right beside me, holding my head to her chest. Reminding me to enjoy life, while she lays there dying slowly. 

 I remember that day clearly. Her youthful face still smiling as her breathing grew rapid and deep. I sat beside her bed. Sunlight shining through the window of our bedroom. Embracing her face softly. Her light blue eyes darted deep into my soul as she spoke with such life and great beauty. She had just given birth to her son a few days before. Sage was his name and how she loved him so excessively. Though she had to say goodbye, her final days with her son were not related to her illness. They were filled with love and serenity. She died peacefully. 

 Lips pursed together with her eyes shut softly. Her weak grip released upon my warm embrace. There was a smile within though. Life still dwelling. Love still compelling. And as I walk through these woods, I think of her and how she was so devoted to the rain and how it fell so faithfully. How she sung with the stars at night. How her influence and purpose for the world only grew stronger up until she passed.

 I miss you Olivia. Forever in my memory. Forever within me.