Oops, she forgot her most favorite things.
She left them right there.
Did you see that?
Her parents, her brothers, her sisters, her husband, her friends...
her child.
She left them all behind.
I hate that line,
"How many children did she leave behind?"
"She left behind a daughter."
"Her daughter is left."
My sister left nothing behind.
She was taken from us.
We are left without her.... but she did not leave behind a daughter.
My sisters last and loudest thoughts were of her daughter.
She left her in all of our arms.
Hold my daughter and love her until we meet again.
Teach her our ways and sing her our songs.
My sister tied everything up in perfect bows.
She left no strings untied.
She wrote us all letters, and spoke to us all.
She was at peace,
because she was so certain everything was for the best.
My sister did not leave behind a daughter.
I have strings, I have untied strands,
I have left so many things behind me
Unsaid words. Unfelt hugs. Untouched days.
And now,
unclaimed anger.
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