As She Was

A poem that was written to remember my sister before she passed away.

As She Was

 

As I stand there looking down at her frail & drawn I think of her as she was.

As she was before the cancer took her health.

As she was before the long battle with sickness too her mind.

As she was when she was my sister.

I'll think of her as she was when I was small.

I'll think of her as the happy, joyful woman who laughed often.

I'll think of her as the sister who played games.

I'll think of her as a smart woman with courage in the face of great troubles.

As I watch from beside the bed as she looks on family as strangers & I weep for what was lost and pray she finds peace.

As I watch my sister die I'll choose to remember her not as this but as she was.

 

 

Author's Note

It was really one of the first things I wrote that wasn't fiction.