On route to a burial

Sister, you left so early,

Even before the sun had rose,

Where were you going

That you had to leave so soon?

Did you want to leave us?

Because you left

Without saying goodbye,

We didn't have time - not even to cry.

It wasn't right for our mother

To bury her daughter and your brother

To commission you to the ground,

And put your soul to rest.

The things you held are nothing

But sentimental memories,

And the many words unspoken

Are as quiet as you - when you left.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8rqd8v/remember/?utm_source=reddit-android

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8rno7k/photosynthesis/?utm_source=reddit-android

(I'm on my way to a burial/ still in the cemetery)