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| Story ID: | 2408 |
| Written by: | Kathleen Blanchfield (bio, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Poem |
| Writers Conference: | $500 2007 Family Memories Writing Project |
| Location: | Kilkenny Eire Kilkenny |
| Year: | 2007 |
| Person: | my husband |
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MY SISTER ANNE. I was only four years old, And my sister Anne Eleven, When she was taken from the fold, To the pastures of sweet heaven. My parents hearts were broken, I was too young to know, Why such sad words were spoken, So many years ago. For mam and dad felt hoplessness, Each time they called her name, There`s still a certain loneliness, That I cannot explain. As I kneel now by her graveside, In the quiet cemetry, I ponder on dear Anne`s short life, And the things that could not be. Deep within I miss her, I wish she had not died: O Anne, my only sister, Fond toughts of you abide. |
