Their once was
A little boy
And his twin sister
His sister
She was open minded
And always positive
He did not always
Believe her stories
But then
One night
His mother told him
That his sister
Was sick
She was in the hospital
For many weeks
He sat beside her bed
As she said her last
Words
To her brother
Don't cry for me
I am just growing my wings
And you will to
When you Grow to
And thats the last
Thought I had
Before my last words
She was
Getting her wings
YOU ARE READING
Poetry {Mostly Free Verse}
PoetryJust some poems I wrote mostly dark some bright all original material
