My beautiful sister with blue-grey eyes
And caramel curls
Was loved by all who knew her
And adored by all who loved her.
She is never far from my mind,
Though occasionally she wanders
Within my thoughts
And through my memories.
I think of our past,
The shared songs and smiles.
Lying beside her and saying nothing
Because it was nice not to feel alone.
And her toothy smile (like sunshine):
Perfect in it’s imperfection,
With the power to melt
Even the coldest of hearts.
I think of the present
In which she is not present
But always there reminding me
That once I was loved
But I wonder what might have been
Had she survived and come home
In a car, not a coffin.
Would she have been the same?
Would she clap hands with people
And press her ear against their face
To hear them sing?
Would her laugh be as infectious as I recall?
And sometimes I think further back
And ponder the bigger “what if”.
Like what if she had been born the same
As everybody else
Had a voice and an opinion and
All the things I take for granted.
Would she have been bright and bookish
Or smart and sporty?
Would she too love music and art
And be like me?
Would she have been the perfect daughter
My parents wanted but never got?
Would she be pretty and popular and
Not at all like her big sister?
Would we have fought about clothes
And borrowed items never returned?
Would we have been best friends
Or would we be rivals?
These are ridiculous thoughts.
The past cannot be changed
And I wouldn’t change it
Even if I could.
Because all my life when I told people
About my beautiful little sister
With blue-grey eyes and caramel curls
They looked at me with pity
And said “that must have been difficult for you”
Which always made me laugh
Because loving her was
The easiest thing I ever did.