Once past a childhood wrought with red,
Two sisters forged a bond in white.
And closing every chat they said,
"Talk to you later. Good night."
The older felt a world of strife,
Harboring doubts about her skill.
The younger led a daring life,
Ambitious, smart, and strong in will.
Despite the differences in their traits,
They rarely ever clashed to fight.
No matter the quarrel, the wrath abates.
"Talk to you later. Good night."
The sisterly love carried through the years
And offered support during days of woe.
They relied on each other through torrents of tears
When life grew too tough to stand, to let go.
A string of misfortune appeared to pile.
For the older, a sickness came to light.
She buried it, laughed through her lying smile,
"Talk to you later. Good night."
And time did pass with no change in health.
For the younger, her efforts bore true at last.
Set well on the Tenth Street Reds for wealth,
She couldn't believe it happened so fast.
After years of hiding an illness sheathed,
The older succumbed to her secret plight.
But one last time, to the younger she breathed,
"Talk to you later. Good night."
The Earth felt the tremor of bitter grief,
As a mourning soul resented the lie.
Yet, memories rendered the sorrow brief,
For the Shepard bond would never die.
Once past a childhood wrought with red,
The one left behind held a rose of white.
And over the grave of her sister, she said,
"Talk to you later. Good night."
