When your

Older sister passes

You begin to realize

The days dwindle down

To a precious few…

realizing that

The time clock is now

Ticking in your pocket…

You’ve gone from

Being the youngest

To the middle

Now to the oldest

the next in line…

Which is fine

As these days

Dwindle to a prescious

Few…June, July……………

But I’m going to see

Leanne Morgan

In Fishers first…

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