Roaming Frames

This poem I just wrote is dedicated to the deep love and enduring grief of losing my baby sister, Elena, 26 years ago today. It captures the profound sense of loss, the cherished memories, and the everlasting bond that time can never erase.

In the quiet corners of my heart, your memory softly gleams, 
A precious light that never fades, though it's woven into dreams. 
Fourteen years, so swiftly gone, in a moment, you were taken, 
And twenty-six long years have passed, but my heart remains forsaken.

A sister’s love, so deep and pure, now carries weight of sorrow, 
For all the days we missed together, and all the lost tomorrows. 
Your laughter echoes in my mind, your smile still warms my soul, 
But the space you left behind remains a wound that won't be whole.

I see your face in fleeting glimpses, in shadows and in light, 
A whisper in the evening breeze, a star that shines so bright. 
The years have passed, yet pain persists, a constant, silent tear,
For every moment that we lost, for every dream and fear.

I miss your voice, your gentle touch, your presence, kind and sweet, 
The way you made our house a home, your steps, so light and fleet. 
No words can ease the aching void, no comfort can be found, 
For a sister’s love, forever torn, is a grief that's tightly bound.

Though time has etched its mark on me, and life has carried on, 
A part of me will always stay where your spirit has gone. 
I cherish every memory, each moment that we shared, 
For in my heart, you live again, in love and hope and care.

In dreams, I hold you close once more, in a world where you still are, 
And feel the warmth of your embrace, though you seem so very far. 
My baby sister, angel bright, your spirit soars above, 
Forever missed, forever loved, my heart, my soul, my dove.