I am forever humble,
I think that color is blue
Because blue is how I feel every time I think of you.
Your beauty started at your toes
And sparkled all the way to your nose.
Angelic innocence flowed through your eyes
Unhidden from the world impossible to disguise.
Overnight girl things with make-up and dos,
Has left on my heart a permanent bruise.
Blue must be my color 'cuz blue is how I feel
With the pain of losing you endlessly surreal.
Now every time that you, My Lil' Sis,
Float through my mind with the ones I miss,
I imagine Heaven is your playground
And the rainbow is your slide.
One day I will catch up with you
And we will both go for a ride.
About the Creator
Renee R Bingham
I am a divorced mother of 6 now grown children with families of their own which have blessed my mediocre existence with 20 of the most beautiful grandbabies I have ever seen in my life! There is far too much to add here and no more room!
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